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"America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?..."
- excerpt from America by Allen Ginsberg


So...I realized a new kind of soul "duality" tonight. Based off of two people I know, 1) I feel/ wish I was a dart board because the person I know is made of brick, and I feel like if i was made of dense foam I could better embrace/soak up all of lifes shit/troubles and therefore ease the daily travels of this person. 2) The other is made of soft sponge and I feel/wish I was made of brick, because nothing would stick and I would/could repel all the bullshit garbage that came his way. This duality is both comforting and disturbing, but the uniting factor is the purity of these people. That is something to strive for. .. so thank you, and Fuck you.. I think.
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