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To Be A Young Dead Bohemian Or Not

I wonder what it was like, what it must have been like to be a bohemian, a member of the beat generation, strung out on drugs & alcohol, falling down in countless gutters uttering philosophies about simple daffodils to unspeakable perversions. It must have been so cool to push the envelope beyond the wildest dreams & escape the fucking stupid status quo people who seem to just plug along. It's crazy but true, but a lot of them drunken bohemians died young.
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