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Note that I'll die because of the internal location of such, and probably scream like bloody hell for shits and giggles.
If you were told that you could never want for any material possesion in the world ever again, in exchange for giving up your right hand and ability to speak, would you go for it?
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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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