MY BROKEN
HAMLET MOMENT
Oh then. I am so tired. I can't move, in
any direction. Repealing the fatuous,
I can only thank bad thoughts.
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I get so tired of swimming : these Bob
Dylan days make me sad : fakery, pretense,
accidental grand motifs, and a laggard flag
left out on the open land. Elsinore for me.
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Those two guys are sitting in a limousine,
being driven through some disgusting city.
One is near death; the other, as high as a
kite, just wants to puke and run.
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