you've still got oodles of time to go, to start that literary club or finish your album and march singing through the forest with your wildest friends and tell keifer gimme that gimme that hat. now fuck off.
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What happens when the electricity goes out? Then what? Poetry doesnt exist if you cant spell it out in real time? Who cares if they stop reading? Who needs pictures? Leave them behind, they will only slow you down. Who needs read , they can read me when im dead.
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What happens when the electricity goes out?
Then what? Poetry doesnt exist if you cant spell it out in real time? Who cares if they stop reading? Who needs pictures? Leave them behind, they will only slow you down. Who needs read , they can read me when im dead.
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