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Yeah. I'm betting it was drugs. She thought there were bugs in her hair, due to a bad trip.
She's just so very dirty. She's a tabloid writer's wet dream.
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Will we walk all night through solitary streets?
The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses,
we'll both be lonely.
Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love
past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent
cottage?
-Allen Ginsberg, A Supermarket in California
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