James Joyce
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Lowbrow
Stream of Unconsciousness (or, I'm so fucked up right now!)
Irish morn awakes the curtain moves I peer out to moist ground below the wetness brings me to the bath where I lather and surround my flesh with Irish Springs the bubbles shaped like potatoes which grow steadily and rest like small children against the brown crumbling soil.
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