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Well.... thankfully, I only felt that way once, then got the medication to be rid of the horrible things. Yep. I had worms once. And lice. Such are the perils of life in an underdeveloped country.
Also had a cobra under my bed, punched a man on a bus for groping me, saw the destruction of the capital's financial district by a truck bomb, and lost a whole stack of books to termites that came in through my bedroom floor. Ah, memories! It wasn't all bad, though. The stories I could tell you!
Anyhow.... nuts indeed.
Also had a cobra under my bed, punched a man on a bus for groping me, saw the destruction of the capital's financial district by a truck bomb, and lost a whole stack of books to termites that came in through my bedroom floor. Ah, memories! It wasn't all bad, though. The stories I could tell you!
Anyhow.... nuts indeed.
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Same here. I would love to spend a year being a sharp eyed poet.
I have been published over here in England and have a tiny reputation amongst a few magazines. Although my spelling is terrible.
But to live the life of a poet! Never.
Sounds like my wild fantasy of riding frieght trains across the states. Woody Guthrie stylleeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
You never know.
I have been published over here in England and have a tiny reputation amongst a few magazines. Although my spelling is terrible.
But to live the life of a poet! Never.
Sounds like my wild fantasy of riding frieght trains across the states. Woody Guthrie stylleeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
You never know.
I saw God in the sky, in the shape of huge sun burning clouds above the desert....ahhhh Jack Kerouac. mill
I knew you were a poet....always thinking about the thoughts in your head like that.
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I have heard all about it.
Jack Kerouac was one of my earliest heros. I used to sit on trains going across England thinking I was him. Actually thinking I was him. Of course, unfortunatly, I am not him. But I thought I was.
Upsetting.
Jack Kerouac was one of my earliest heros. I used to sit on trains going across England thinking I was him. Actually thinking I was him. Of course, unfortunatly, I am not him. But I thought I was.
Upsetting.
Jack Kerouac was one of my earliest heros. I used to sit on trains going across England thinking I was him. Actually thinking I was him. Of course, unfortunatly, I am not him. But I thought I was.
Upsetting. mill
Upsetting. mill
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