the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from Philadelphia`s Main Line which of course is going to prevent me from writing my earthy and grubby stuff. and they might be right, I could be getting to be more like them, and that`s as close to death as you can get. we`ll see. but don`t bury me yet. don`t worry if I drink with Sean Penn. just measure the poems as they come off the keyboard. listen only to them. after this long fight I have no intention of quitting short. or late. or satisfied.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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