so this is how it's gonna be: i'm quittin' this hoo-ha good time of a blog-cry in favour of makin' meself a new one's that aint as popular, dig? with e'reone a-followin' i can't justly say what's on my noggin, the old dome, see? relatives a snoopin, old aquaintances a judgin, i reckon i'll make a new one, post the real goods, the poetry and the spite and the beauty in between and if you have a hankerin' to sniff it out, just lemme know and i'll link you up.
i just read jack kerouac's on the road, please excuse the language. thanks for all the support! love!
"I had traveled eight thousand miles around the American continent and I was back on Times Square; and right in the middle of a rush hour, too, seeing with my innocent road-eyes the absolute madness and fantastic hoorair of New York with its millions and millions hustling forever for a buck among themselves, the mad dream - grabbing, taking, giving, sighing, dying, just so they could be buried in those awful cemetery cities beyong Long Island City. The high towers of the land - the other end of the land, the place were Paper America is born."
Jack Kerouac's On the Road
