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Neal Cassady

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I'm wallowing in my sin.

Hey,
Neal Cassady,
I'm ready to jump in.

To jump in,
and join you in your grave.

Scoot over man,
give room for your fellow lost,
and depraved.

Hey,
Neal Cassady,
how does it feel to go down in history as a "figure" who was one fucked up cat?

Never saw 42,
there’s nothing more fucked up than that.

So,
here I lay,
condemned by Death for giving into temptation,
sharing a smoke with one of the kings of the Beat Generation.

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