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And you may find yourself...
...living in a shotgun shack and you may find yourself living in another part of the world, and you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile, and you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife....and you may ask yourself... "Well...How did I get here?"
LETTING THE DAYS GO BY..WATER FLOWING UNDERGROUND
***TALKING HEADS RULE****
BLEEPBLEBLEBLEBLEEPBLEBLEEP THATS ALL FOKES IM BLINKED AS SHIT
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…see the whole thing is a world full of rucksack wanderers, Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consuming, all that crap they didn't really want anyway such as refrigerators, TV sets, cars,…and general junk you finally always see a week later in the garbage anyway, all of them imprisoned in a system of work, produce, consume, work, produce, consume, I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountains to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy and old girls happier, all of 'em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason and also by being kind and also by strange unexpected acts keep giving visions of eternal freedom to everybody and to all living creatures.
Better Living through Chemistry.
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