poetes maudits

morning 11am dog wagged its tail, its tongue slipping from its mouth wants to get out of the house’s door. i was in my bed indian sitting reading ginsberg and listening to some kinks.  most artists are sociopathic geniuses…art for arts sake…art that set the world on fire. immortalizing ideas of existence in this old grey planet named earth.

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