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mr. kerouac said never think

that would be like homer opening his eyes to see who's there. who's listening? no that's not the way a story is told. like in the natural when he keeps driving his car even when his girlfriend tells him to stop and he won't because when he stops he'll think about things and then he won't be able to think about anything, or feel anything, you know, smell the roses and the dung and the dharma bums, and he just drives on and on until he sees a lake and then he stops the car but he doesn't stop moving, he just keeps running dragging his girlfriend by the arm, his hand hot on her wrist running towards the lake, silvery from the young moon that hangs in the sky like a hairpin, you see i could tell you where i stole that from but that would be interrupting the story, but so is this digression but that's the way a story is told, by digressing, so be it, and they just run and run around the silvery lake until the silveriness catches on to their pale ankles and for a moment they just fly. on silvery, winged feet. like angels.

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posted by lo! @ 11:45 AM