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By Jack Joseph Smith

Animal you are an interesting man who has trying to reach majecial heights. Now I am go to show you how. Now you will have no father, no uncle either. Where is your brown paper bag? Even it is gone. Where is your dancing language with no one to listen but me. Run on. Now you are at the height of a fame that is your own. The sea was black as he moved along under the Pier. He saw a great deal of light through the end of the pier, and the moon was hegh over the boards. Thinking was heavy and he began to listen instead. He wouldn't cut out the voice. Wine was as good as Acid in your brain he let it rumble. He was right there at the light and the expanse was big. He felt like all of it. The clifs, the lights, Malbu was rugged. The homes were shakes, and they looked fit. You couldn't even hear the highway when he was running down there on the sand. The tide had left the beach long and flat tonight. He was a great bastard out there flipping alone. You gonna make it Animal. Ya got the punch without Judy. For those listening the tv is turned off. You don't need advertising for this trip. Right baby? The beach is still nature. Go ahead and stay; you can make it. You've only been at it for a few years. In a short time you'll find out every- thing necessary; After that you8ll be able to create and to save lives. A long wave wipped itself away and he ran on through it's spread out water.

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AI Interpretation

GPT

This page reads like a self-exhortation to Animal, urging him to keep running and keep making himself outside family authority, advertising, and borrowed language.

Once the Wurlitzer header is stripped away, the voice becomes much clearer. The beach, tide, moonlight, and private pep-talk combine into a manifesto of solitary persistence and self-invention.


Claude

The page reads like a self-exhortation to Animal — keep running, keep making himself, do not settle. It is near-closing and sounds like instruction.