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What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for
I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache
self-conscious looking at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went
into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
A supermarket in California - Allan Ginsberg
(Source: beatofmyglory, via exposednipple)
I’ve been having dreams about you lately
Dreams of golden brown
Cold and distant, memories of an old friend
And I’m leaving, I’m leaving at every sight of you
Leaving before the downfall
Now I’m smoking cigarettes and I strive for purity,
And I slip just like the stars into obscurity.
‘Cause every time I hear that melody, well, puts me up a tree,
And the grapefruit moon, one star shining, is all that I can see.
And I slip just like the stars into obscurity.
‘Cause every time I hear that melody, well, puts me up a tree,
And the grapefruit moon, one star shining, is all that I can see.
