"You've got to burn straight up and down and and then maybe sidewise for a while
and have your guts scrambled by a bully and the demonic ladies,
You've got to run along the edge of madness teetering,
You've got to starve like a winter alleycat,
You've got to live with the imbecility of at least a dozen cities,
then maybe maybe you might know where you are for a tiny blinking moment.
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