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FROM desolation angels

"My life is a vast and insane legend reaching everywhere, like the Void -- like samsara -- A thousand memories come like tics all day perturbing my vital mind with almost muscular spasms of chastity and recall..."

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"The moon she come peek-in over the hill like she was sneakin' into the world, with big sad eyes, then she take a good big look and show her no-nose and then her ocean cheeks and then her blemish jaw..."

"O what peace and content I feel, coming back to my shack knowing that the world is a babe's dream and the ecstasy of the golden eternity is all we're going back to, to the essence of the Power -- and the Primordial Rapture, we all know it -- I lie on my back in the dark, hands joined, bald, as the northern lights shine like a Hollywood premiere and at that too I look upside down and see that it's just big pieces of ice on earth reflecting the other-side sun in some far daylight..."




Always considered writing my duty on earth. Also the preachment of universal kindness. . .
— Jack Kerouac


"Sometimes I’d get mad because things didn’t work out well, I’d spoil a flapjack, or slip in the snowfield while getting water, or one time my shovel went sailing down into the gorge, and I’d be so mad I’d want to bite the mountaintops and would come in the shack and kick the cupboard and hurt my toe. But let the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious."

"There were days that were hot and miserable with locusts of plagues of insects, winged ants, heat, no air, no clouds, I couldn’t understand how the top of a mountain in the North could be so hot. At noon the only sound in the world was the symphonic hum of a million insects, my friends. But night would come and with it the mountain moon and the lake would be moonlaned and I’d go out and sit in the grass and meditate facing west, wishing there were a Personal God in all this impersonal matter."

"Now comes the sadness of coming back to cities and I’ve grown two months older and there’s all that humanity of bars and burlesque shows and gritty love, all upsidedown in the void God bless them, but Japhy you and me forever we know, O ever youthful, O ever weeping. Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said 'God, I love you' and looked up to the sky and really meant it. 'I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other.'"