I just finished Kerouac’s On The Road.

So, who wants to go find Hassel?
Who’s with me?
Better: Let’s go dig up Dean.
Let’s go get “IT”.

Man, I wanna be the “HOLY GOOF.”

My first favorite line in the book?

“I made love to her under the tarantula.”
(page 92)

I did not love this book.
I don’t know if I even liked this book.
Nonetheless, this book has affected me.

Next, I’m gonna pick up some Twain. That’s the beauty of this TIME. Like me, you can have stacked on your desk right now: The Tempest, Uncle Vanya, The Picture Of Dorian Gray, On The Road, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, Carrie, Richard Matheson’s The Twilight Zone scripts, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (British hardcover), STAR WARS: Infinities, and Army of Darkness: Ashes 2 Ashes.

And this sentence — that you’re reading now — is filler. Because life in the United States of America doesn’t offer nearly enough. Filler, that is. Oh, one more thing: jizzim. Unless it’s: jissum. Or, jissem. Or something else. Such as: spikes. Unless it’s: motherfuckin’ spiggedy-spaggedy spikes. (I should get bonus blog points for this.)

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