From Jack Kerouac. "On the Road."

"Dean and I are embarked on a tremendous season together. We're trying to communicate with absolute honesty and absolute completeness everything on our minds. We sit on the bed, crosslegged, facing each other.

"I have finally taught Dean that he can do anything he wants, become mayer of Denver, marry a millionairess, or become the greatest poet since Rimbaud.

"But he keeps rushing out to see the midget auto races."

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I've decided to have my assignment moose stuffed.

I'm sending her to the taxidermist and having her put into an amusing pose-- and then I'm going to put her on the shelf and never look at her again.

Because I feel soooo fine. Like the lady said-- I think I'm only nervous because I don't seem to have a problem anymore. If I ever had one. Angel.

It's nothing but hazy smokey in the Appalachian Foothills today. Blue gets out of the hospital today-- I'm going to pick her up and take her to the bookstore, where I'm going to research homosexuality in ancient Greece a little. Do a little dance; make a little love.

I'm gonna think about the new X-Men cartoon, which premiered this morning. I'm going to take a Native American faery tale and try and turn it into a story about Victor and Logan.

I'm going to collect together some comics to send to Ely in the mountains. Whose birthday is Monday. She'll be twenty-two. I'm going to wait for Poi to show up, so that we can discuss what would happen if Bobby were a mutant outlaw on the run and Logan and Scott were government agents. I'm going to wait for you. I'm going to sit and watch the clouds of diluted smoke float by the window.

And I am going to feel so fine.

Oh, yeah.

--Alestar