Jack Kerouac

Prowling the wilderness to hear the voices cry

Sunday evening. That time when you have to start making the mental transition from weekend to work night. I’m sat here listening to Bob Marley and the Wailers’ Catch A Fire album and burning incense. I’m in the mood for some Henry Miller, but I end of reading Smile, You’re Traveling by Henry Rollins. I …

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