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| Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his ass to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I had ever heard. | |
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| I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
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| This ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. | |
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| dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
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| You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? | |
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| angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machin-
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