(I'm fighting here, but if you want to read more, click one of the self-made advertisements along the path. They are revolutionary and bring freshness to your eyes. Thank you for reading) Walking three miles to sell typewriters on Ginsberg's birthday. O how the typewriter is holy, and america, go fuck yourself and your atom… Continue reading wanderings of a writer during war
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Poncho and Lefty (Music after words) Living on the road my friend Was gonna keep you free and clean Now you wear your skin like iron Your breath's as hard as kerosene You weren't your mama's only boy But her favorite one it seems She began to cry when you said goodbye And sank into… Continue reading Writing by Dead Writers, Townes Van Zandt
"Just nice to see them"....(above blink) Grand Rapids, Michigan. Now, back to the words...