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A System That Warehouses People Is Not The Cure For Social Ills

I Am Inside Someone Who Hates Me. I Look Out From His Eyes. Smell What Fouled Tunes Come In To His Breath. Love His Wretched Women.

I Guess I Was The Most Unbohemian Of All Bohemians. My Bohemianism Consisted Of Not Wanting To Get Involved With The Stupid Stuff That I Thought People Wanted You To Get Involved With - ... Namely America... Dwight Eisenhower, Mccarthyism And All Those Great Things.

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Hope Is Delicate Suffering.