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Can't quite get it down to just one, as it really depends on the period of life for me.
Steppenwolf by Herman Hesse may be the most lasting though.
Now Wait For Last Year by Phillip K. Dick was major in the acid days.
Then Naked Lunch was very influential on my way of seeing and creating art in general.
Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller definitely hit a major spot for me at a time when I was more able to identify with the protagonist. I can still appreciate it now, but I wouldn't want to identify with him any more.
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