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god you know i want to cover a canvas in watercolors i want to write an epic poem or a short novel i want to record a fucking song under a false name so i won't care about it being badwrong i want to rock your shit with soft sonic blustery death bells and bubbles and i want to write down all these thoughts running through my head back and forth like six trains leave six different cities and three tracks towards the same center station barrelling down the course at 180 miles per hour and at what angle strength financial structure do they collide do you see you can't think eighty different ways cause you make no sense! ahh, reading nonlinear kerouac is REALLY BAD when you are moody and want to go to sleep.
and i want to record all these things in my head
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