What was that shit that Kerouac called? Where the words spewed puke blue and green? Another side of the sun I stared looking for the backside trying to rotate around dizzy. I wept after unable to see the ham sandwich my mother packed for lunch. What a dismal day in rain and watery eyes. Thinking back to youth as the water drips down hair in my eyes. So old so cold so little to care about. Again it goes sad. I am sorry about that.
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