Oh how could I have been blind
I never saw his grind and he run away in that other car with his feet on the ground like in bedrock in that stone age way of this 
So no I could not turn his mind. Cause he liked what he saw in that cartoon car
The one that never came out the garage.
But only nights as if it was not alive.

if you are waking up alive in the morning ,and that is the greatest luck of the day

When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people not characters. A character is a caricature.

Not me, paranoia's the garlic in life's kitchen, right, you can never have too much.

Written By Thomas Pynchon

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