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lemonade


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Tell ’em I’ve been lickin coconut skins. (more…)

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on the road


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I wondered what the Spirit of the Mountain was thinking, and looked up and saw jackpines in the moon, and saw ghosts of old miners, and wondered about it. In the whole eastern dark wall of the Divide this night there was silence and the whisper of the wind, except in the ravine where we roared; and on the other side of the Divide was the great Western Slope, and the big plateau that went to Steamboat Springs, and dropped, and led you to the western Colorado desert and the Utah desert; all in darkness now as we feud and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land.

Jack Kerouac