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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