It's for school.
"Portions from a Wine-Stained Notebook" is excellent, yet incomprehensible. The book: The book is understandable. The prose-poetry portion bearing that moniker: Quite difficult to read. It is the true uncensored insanity that fills the minds of the greats who spent years on the streets doing God-knows-whats and God-knows-who(re)s. It is amazing; the people that don't laugh or live... They seem not happy at all, but complete. Isn't it odd? We do live in a too-many world.
On a lighter note, I thus commence my homework. On a Sunday night.
GO ASPIRATIONS!
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