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I read the Beat writers. Dress in slacks and untucked button-down shirts. My girlfriend and I have an ever-growing supply of Long-Play's and used books. We hang Tibetan prayer flags from our ceiling. We cover our Goodwill/Salvation Army furniture with fabric. Some of it is tie-dyed. We have a TV, but there's no cable, not even an antenna. Just a DVD player and a very nice hi-fi. The word "bohemian" gets thrown around a lot (which happens to be the latest buzzword in high fashion). We're artists, but we're not starving. What does that make me?
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"In the room the women come and go
With Vodka-mixed orange Jello"
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