Through the doors of perception, maaaan... |
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 | "I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked," |  |
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 | Dude, what the f#*k? Who are you? What did you put in my drink? |  |
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a portal into the upper mindhole of the mind n' sh#t |
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 | "dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night," |  |
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 | Duuude, I mean, h-holy sh#t, maan, far out. Yr twistin me mellon man, yr twistin me mellon.. |  |
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 | The penalty for sincerely quoting beat poety while high on mushrooms without irony is DEATH!!! |  |
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 | Aw dang, it's the fuzz! RUN! |  |
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