Nekkid

Currently reading Subterraneans during breaks from the more serious literature that I've been forced to go through in preparation for exams next week. Its a lost cause. The exams. I will do a hindenberg as I crash into the ground in flames screaming "so long suckers".

"I quaked when the giver creamed, when my father screamed, my mother dreamed - I started small and ballooned up and now I'm big and a naked child again and only to cry and fear."

Ah, Kerouac.

Its all very cyclic. Every couple of years, I pick up a Kerouac and plunge into a few months of Beat / Kerouac / Ginsberg / Cassady fixations. I would eat slugs for a copy of On the Road right now. And I'll eat them with gusto while chanting the Sunflower Sutra, naked.