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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Galilee Hitch-Hiker</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Galilee Hitch-Hiker<br>Part 1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Baudelaire was<br>driving a Model A<br>across Galilee.<br>He picked up a<br>hitch-hiker named<br>Jesus who had<br>been standing among<br>a school of fish,<br>feeding them<br>pieces of bread.<br>'Where are you<br>going?' asked<br>Jesus, getting<br>into the front<br>seat.<br>'Anywhere, anywhere<br>out of this world!'<br>shouted<br>Baudelaire.<br>'I'll go with you<br>as far as<br>Golgotha,'<br>said Jesus.<br>'I have a <br>concession<br>at the carnival<br>there, and I <br>must not be<br>late.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The American Hotel<br>Part 2</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Baudelaire was sitting<br>in a doorway with a wino<br>on San Fransisco's skid row.<br>The wino was a million<br>years old and could remember<br>dinosaurs.<br>Baudelaire and the wino<br>were drinking Petri Muscatel.<br>'One must always be drunk,'<br>said Baudelaire.<br>'I live in the American Hotel,'<br>said the wino. 'And I can<br>remember dinosaurs.'<br>'Be you drunken ceaselessly,'<br>said Baudelaire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>1939<br>Part 3</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Baudelaire used to come<br>to our house and watch <br>me grind coffee.<br>That was in 1939<br>and we lived in the slums<br>of Tacoma.<br>My mother would put<br>the coffee beans in the grinder.<br>I was a child<br>and would turn the handle,<br>pretending that it was<br>a hurdy-gurdy,<br>and Baudelaire would pretend<br>that he was a monkey,<br>hopping up and down<br>and holding out<br>a tin cup.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Flowerburgers<br>Part 4</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Baudelaire opened<br>up a hamburger stand<br>in San Fransisco,<br>but he put flowers<br>between the buns.<br>People would come in<br>and say, 'Give me a<br>hamburger with plenty<br>of onions on it.'<br>Baudelaire would give<br>them a flowerburger<br>instead and the people<br>would say, 'What kind<br>of a hamburger stand<br>is this?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Hour of Eternity<br>Part 5</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The Chinese<br>read the time<br>in the eyes<br>of cats,'<br>said Baudelaire<br>and went into<br>a jewelry store<br>on Market Street.<br>He came out<br>a few moments<br>later carrying<br>a twenty-one<br>jewel Siamese<br>cat that he<br>wore on the<br>end of a<br>golden chain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Salvador Dali<br>Part 6</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Are you<br>or aren't you<br>going to eat<br>your soup,<br>you bloody odd<br>cloud merchant?'<br>Jeanne Duval<br>shouted,<br>hitting Baudelaire<br>on the back<br>as he sat<br>daydreaming<br>out the window.<br>Baudelaire was<br>startled.<br>Then he laughed<br>like hell,<br>waving his spoon<br>in the air<br>like a wand<br>changing the room<br>into a painting<br>by Salvador<br>Dali, changing<br>the room<br>into a painting<br>by Van Gogh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A Baseball Game<br>Part 7</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Baudelaire went<br>to a baseball game<br>and bought a hot dog<br>and lit up a pipe<br>of opium.<br>The New York Yankees<br>were playing<br>the Detroit Tigers.<br>In the fourth inning<br>an angel committed<br>suicide by jumping<br>off a low cloud.<br>The angel landed<br>on second base,<br>causing the<br>whole infield<br>to crack like<br>a huge mirror.<br>The game was<br>called on<br>account of<br>fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Insane Asylum<br>Part 8</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Baudelaire went<br>to the insane asylum<br>disguised as a<br>psychiatrist.<br>He stayed there<br>for two months<br>and when he left,<br>the insane asylum<br>loved him so much<br>that it followed<br>him all over<br>California,<br>and Baudelaire<br>laughed when the<br>insane asylum<br>rubbed itself<br>up against his<br>leg like a <br>strange cat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>My Insect Funeral<br>Part 9</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was a child<br>I had a graveyard<br>where I buried insects<br>and dead birds under<br>a rose tree.<br>I would bury the insects<br>in tin foil and match boxes.<br>I would bury the birds<br>in pieces of red cloth.<br>It was all very sad<br>and I would cry<br>as I scooped the dirt<br>into their small graves<br>with a spoon.<br>Baudelaire would come<br>and join in<br>my insect funerals,<br>saying little prayers<br>the size of<br>dead birds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>San Fransisco<br>February 1958</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Brautigan">Richard Brautigan</a><div class=q>
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Baudelaire was
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