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We’re accumulating dick drawings to wallpaper an unknowing roommate’s bedroom.

I mistook someone for an enigma when really they read Ginsberg.


I’ve wanted to tell someone this for a long time:

I hate turning when I run, suicides are stupid.

All this twaddle, the existence of God, atheism, determinism, liberation, societies, death, etc., are pieces of a chess game called language, and they are amusing only if one does not preoccupy oneself with ‘winning or losing this game of chess.
Marcel Duchamp