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Self-Portrait at 33: Peachtree St.
1.
Big Dad is dead.
Papa T is dead.
Grandma is dead.
Buster, my father “is dead is dead.” [FN1]
[FN1] some Jack Kerouac poem whose name I cannot remember or probably never knew.
I have done everything I settled for doing
and now there is nothing that I want to do.
I want to stop
doing ( Read more... )
1.
Big Dad is dead.
Papa T is dead.
Grandma is dead.
Buster, my father “is dead is dead.” [FN1]
[FN1] some Jack Kerouac poem whose name I cannot remember or probably never knew.
I have done everything I settled for doing
and now there is nothing that I want to do.
I want to stop
doing ( Read more... )
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