The line was unexpected... it was wonderful and clean.
The boulder felt meaningful... it climbed well.
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I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, 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, Ginsberg - Howl
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