The sun rises and sets; all within a naturalistic harmony... until, your capitalistic madness determines that you have something to do with it. A wonderful day of Unaweep bouldering with my beautiful partner…
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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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