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GOTTA BE HAPPY, GONNA DIE

Lingering sweet body in dankest darks, poked with pitchforks and an idea of heaven, was over. God is on the other side; a big Maybe against Him. On some very human walrus-priests, the damned purple curtain has meaningless laughter, in silent churches, peaking nuns. The first realization that I was fifteen came when the puppy passed, acne invaded Planet #0034. I am leaving quite a bit of acne. I know I am leaving. Quite an outline, a poor man's Ha-Ha Chamber, ecstacy pills for Cuba. The act must be taken into high-school. Patty was faced egretly with society, aliens and undergarments! You never get cold in Chemistry. I was under the seats, hungering for a smoke and blind. PHOUDA-GAUDHA! in 1953...the Dark Mob

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