Monday, January 20, 2003

An Excerpt From &Quot;Notebook Of A Return To The Native Land&Quot; Comments

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At the end of daybreak. . .
Beat it, I said to him, you cop, you lousy pig, beat it,
I detest the flunkies of order and the cockchafers of hope.
Beat it, evil grigri, you bedbug of a petty monk. Then I turned
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