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i've been calling you all week for my shotgun...


like butane on my skin.
27 December
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"But then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"

--Jack Kerouac

"i would never take a priest seriously if he didnt know the basic story of jesus christ,
i would never take a rabbi seriously if he didnt know the story of moses,
i would never take an algebra teacher seriously if he didnt know his multiplication tables
and i certainly wouldnt take anyone seriously if they X'ed up their hands and didnt know what that ink meant."


from here on out, nothing is real.

the girl.

never again and never again
they gave us two shots to the back of the head
and we're all