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I could understand why Kafka was so paranoid.  There is a dark current that runs underneath Prague.  I love this city but Burroughs nailed it.  It keeps drawing me back even though it has been a bitch to me.  I survive and I go on living anyhow.  It’s raining in Prague but it’s still early morning.  I guess I’ll be on my way.  I’m not sure what other choices exist.  I think I could live in this city.  That would be a gas. An American poet living in Prague.  Oh snap, that’s too cliché.

I’m almost ashamed

I conjure many cliches

but beer will suffice

and the Czechs do it quite well

it can lubricate the soul