i have the hopes of a novel stirring in my stomach today...though I haven't been able to take time and sit down and write for ages. my mind's responsibility valve is only open for thinking about the immediate present or trying to make a future...
just finished Big Sur, Kerouac's last proper novel in which he cracks up from too much drink and fame, so i'm inspired to acquire both and the headaches that accompany both...
just finished Big Sur, Kerouac's last proper novel in which he cracks up from too much drink and fame, so i'm inspired to acquire both and the headaches that accompany both...
asvetic:
ahh yes the headaches, and the heartaches. Come my brethern we shall retire to the study and sip cognac by the fire. Smoking jackets don and huge pipes sifting tobacco leaves into a fine ember that leaves our heads light. We'll gaze upon our many trophies, the heads of ferocious beast or tales long ago. Reminising of a time of play and adventure. Talk about the next big game and the world we haven't explored. Then I'll fall over clenching my heart, one last moan before I pass and you'll finish your pipe and sifter and mount me on that wall of friends you outlived again. Must be difficult being the Duke and Dracula at the same time. 
starsandsmokes:
... looks like i'll be seeing you tonight...