and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Ta — Allen Ginsberg
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and he imagines carsand rides them in his dreams,so lonely growing up amongthe imaginary automobilesand dead souls of Tarrytownto createout of his own imaginationthe beauty of his wildforebears - a mythology he cannot inherit.

— Allen Ginsberg
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