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jack kerouac – lonesome traveller.

Excellent read. Wild loose erratic observant sensitive spontaneous poetic prose.

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nabar exist.

Waiting for the G train green line on the map from Queens to Brooklyn to get on the blue line A train to change onto the C at Utica Avenue en-route to the Air-Train at Howard Beach then to terminal … Continue reading

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kerouac – american haiku

in the morning frost the cats step slowly.   beautiful young girls running up the library steps with shorts on.

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book club: american literature.

  I’m beginning to have difficulties recalling the books I’ve read over the last few years, so I’m compiling a list of texts I can remember reading and can recommend – for my own posterity if nothing else. I thought … Continue reading

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stream of conscious exercises.

what’s the recipe for your necessities? greedy ingredients don’t mix well. too baked to bake. shake things up a little. don’t spill your words on my screen. clean up after yourself. huh? can i scrape the bowl? space is deep, … Continue reading

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william burroughs.

  Nothing is true, everything is permitted. pencil, watercolour, acrylic.

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love you not.

      In our backward world, money and greed 
have become power, but from its casted shadow grows a plastic flower and all the petals love you not. 

- jw  

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