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It was a fucked up thing, what God did to Judas

We’ll go to Vesuvio and sit upstairs. From a table in the corner we’ll watch the 41 come and go, the tourists going into City Lights, the sailors coming out of the Condor. We’ll talk about religion and politics and death. We’ll drink whiskey and beer and wine. We’ll pretend to write poetry. And pretend we’re changing the world.