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… who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of beer a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a candle and fell off the bed, and continued along the floor and down the hall and ended fainting on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness…
— Don’t you recognize AG? And a nearing of permanent inkage?… Bahahaha. I just realized that when I said “AG,” I meant Allen Ginsberg. But people could assume that “AG” was me. Weird.
