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I’ve seen genius so fixed on itself as to be monkeys, squealing wicked-itchy watching a record whirl in the same drugged circle 33 and a 1/3—circa 1969 This—their eternal brilliant conclusion their e=mc2 This—their Final Solution their inner-spring Their convoluted complexity as the hands of their clocks fly off, striking me in the face Alas! —the equation that would solve the mystery of whistling “Dixie” that would feed the dogs and “seize the day”! This penetrated groove This—track, eternally diminishing toward a point on a label at which two ***** intersect and then... ...cease to be....
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Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 5:27 PM UTC
Two College Students
I’ve seen genius so fixed on itself as to be monkeys, squealing wicked-itchy watching a record whirl in the same drugged circle 33 and a 1/3—circa 1969 This—their eternal brilliant conclusion their e=mc2 This—their Final Solution their inner-spring Their convoluted complexity as the hands of their clocks fly off, striking me in the face Alas! —the equation that would solve the mystery of whistling “Dixie” that would feed the dogs and “seize the day”! This penetrated groove This—track, eternally diminishing toward a point on a label at which two ***** intersect and then... ...cease to be....
Drugs and is the Revolution really worth it?
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Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 5:27 PM UTC
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