My very last Christmas present made up for the impractical junk that sits under my bed collecting dust.
Many thanks to you Lady Vanessa.
I'm reading On The Road by Jack Kerouac and after reading the first few pages a few months ago and thinking it was drab, it's actually great. I've highlighted the parts I like, why? Because it's my copy and if you choose to borrow it you have to deal with highlighter streaks on random pages. Despite not knowing half of the many places Sal Paradise visits, i'm enjoying it. See, if i'm not leaving the house or really, the Western Sydney Suburbs, i'll travel with Sal.
We're on our way to New York, after making love to Mexican Terry under the hairy tarantula in Sabinal.
Goodnight.
3 comments:
How did this post manage to make less and less sense before you got to the end of it?
And you have dangerous eyes. They are dead and black, almost endless in their appeal. I would NOT have a staring competition with your out of the fear you would suck the soul right our from under (in?) me.
Devil woman.
Not making any sense makes sense to me.
Staring competitions? Fear not, i'm easily distracted and absolutely sure that I wouldnt have enough time to steal your soul.
merry methmas, hope this was better than the junk you listed in the previous post!
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