Diary of a Young Artist
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Mirror: Summer, 1960, 514½ 22nd Ave. So., Minneapolis

Summer, 1960, Minneapolis

I sit here looking so cool and calm and blowing smoke rings when actually I'm so frantic my big guts are eating up my little guts and I want to go raving mad and scream and tear my hair and shit on the floor and rub my face in it and jack off on the wall and rub my hair in it and tear off my leg and suck the bloody stump and flop around like a fish out of water and fuck myself into a coma and twist myself into a knot and spin around the world. But why will you say that I am mad?