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and don't you know that god is pooh bear? jack kerouac |
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a boy you should know |
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a song don't hafta be sung if it's in your heart. |
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bootless apologia. |
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by their fruits you shall know them, not their disclaimers. |
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i came to a crossroad |
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of day for night. |
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dharma bum. |
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don't worry mister, i mo take you to pebble beach with a golden boy soon. |
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flow bear |
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godevil |
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i'm prouda you son. |
talk slow |
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it ain't none of it my fault. |
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joy and suffering at a certain point become one taste, because it's existence itself, the crying over existence, the tears are an appreciation of existence, |
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and the suffering of existence, which is so deep it's joyful, |
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and the beauty and mortality and sadness of leaving existence. allen ginsberg |
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the pleasure and pressure of not appearing. |
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outlaw of the sensorium. |
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we're practicing the dharma together, though he would not perhaps put it that way as he's not as affected as me, |
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and he's far more poetic. |
salty tree by l.s.d.
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save yourself, but don't forget about me. |
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sagittarius |
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a snowflake melts on a warm nose in the sun. |
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spare me the diseased alchemy of mercenary politicians. |
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spirit is a hard, tough, baby. gregory corso |
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spondee heart, |
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stuttering odes to the cold cold city. |
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talk slow |
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the head emerges from the shadow and the shadow emerges from the head and so on. |
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the right distance near as possible. |
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the spirit hits you and you fall down. |
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i throw myself to the dogs of eternity. |
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tree tings. |
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weeping over the passion |
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when you get to the end you go back again. |