The streams of consciousness that flow through our typing hands are not unlike the methamphetamines that flowed through Kerouac’s blood. While he was writing about a road, we’re on some dick and pussy ish.
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The streams of consciousness that flow through our typing hands are not unlike the methamphetamines that flowed through Kerouac’s blood. While he was writing about a road, we’re on some dick and pussy ish.
March 5, 2008 at 6:55 pm