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drunk and writing poems
at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight pussy before the light tilts out drunk and writing poems at 3:15 a.m. some people tell me that I'm famous. what am I doing alone drunk and writing poems at 3:18 a.m.? I'm as crazy as I ever was they don't understand that I haven't stopped hanging out of 4th floor windows by my heels- I still do right now sitting here writing this down I am hanging by my heels floors up: 68, 72, 101, the feeling is the same: relentless unheroic and necessary sitting here drunk and writing poems at 3:24 a.m.
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