I don’t like any of this. I never asked to live. I only do. And I’m back at, IT... Shit. My Back hurts from the long walks with empty talks with the long list of who gives a fuck. I feel like I’m already dead and I smell like it, shit, and I’ll say it… Continue reading A Brief Translation of Taps ( From Far Out There)
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One Fast Move or I’m Gone – Kerouac’s Big Sur
Digital Blinks #23, In The Winter of Writing
Three Books #1
Lyrical and Critical Essays’, Albert Camus Air Conditioned Nightmare, Henry Miller Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954 CAMUS
Adventures In American Writing 