Ok, who knows what the fuck is coming off the fingers now. I know this: I was in the snow today. I am in tahoe city. I am at the bad mother hucker chalet. What else do I know? Not very much. I know that being goofy and in the middle on lifts is not the best. How many sentences can I start with "I". You count pleaes and get back to me. Well, hasn't bloging taken the essence of what Jack Kerouac was trying to acheive and perverted it completely and truely? Case in point: ME. Your friendly neighborhood phony wannabe writer. Better luck next time, ya?
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My daughter told me some time back that she was going to make a movie when she grew up. It would be called "Nothing" and be about nothing. Her nothing is a bit different than my nothing. Here is my nothing.
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