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	howling at the 3 beamed beast the best minds of my generation did not run through the streets naked and drunk and it's unclear if they ever had sex they descended into the cool asbestos tiled caves of computer labs and began typing rushing onward towards a future only they could see like blue water dolphins surfacing for oxygen and light and to wonder aloud at the passing of another year their faces twisted into the too tight grins of men who have stood too close to the burning bush of god and turned to embrace its unconsuming fire and just when you think you've caught some meaning in three letter bursts of their high pitched whistles and coos they're gone diving down to the dark depths and their dreams of electric fish transfixed by the sight of their own heartbeats rippling across the blue glowing faces of their computer screens

howling at the 3 beamed beast