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Gertrude Stein in a Kayak

The more I know about her, the less I know about myself.
She come a long way from Baltimore.
She was living the good life
Who can blame her?

If she was in a kayak, I wonder if she'd paddle by the side of mingo out there on the great river and then they'd have chit chat over the waters and all the water's creatures. They could discuss the river bed and the rock that sifted in the stir of the weathers.

I think it'd be nice.

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What does it matter, she is gone he is gone hitler is gone

and my name is Unk and I am a thing called alive paraphrase Vonnegut
no idea what this is about posting blind to the thread another twist in the strand, this is a pretty nutty way to try and write but if jack Kerouac could write spontaneous prose maybe I could at least type spontaneous code.

only a hyperlink missing here I think

I ain't seen or heard from you for a long time it seems
I hope your luck is still holding

I don't know, I kissed some dice and now I'm feeling alive, the luck, the loot, the love and all is giving me these happy days.

Hello, you.
I miss you all the time, too.

Thank you for still being here.

Jack, that was beautiful.
You can throw one like that out and I'll get to feeling things, ya knows, it's sweet.
I'm glad you haven't left either.
I'm here, I think I'll keep staying all the time

I like the bit he speaks at the end of the song.




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