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[rainedragon]

Kera volume 1 - 1998

[rainedragon]

Kera volume 1 - 1998 Street snaps including clothing from Pretty (Angelic Pretty), Vivienne Westwood, BA-TSU, Addidas, Putumayo and more

[uncleweed]

Interview #12: Dave Olson

A Canadian who long went East reveals the ins and outs of a magnificent Kerouac event in Japan forced to dodge the impact of the global pandemic yet which hauled triumph from the jaws of defeat

[kindiskind]

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

Jack Kerouac

[eyeprintciple]

Why not?

[literarystarbucks]

Kerouac

Kerouac goes up to the counter but he doesn't really know what he wants to order, he hasn't thought about it much, he wasn't planning to come into this Starbucks except it was Dean's idea-- isn't everything, in the end? Dean had had a hankering for Starbucks all day, was talking about it loudly as he drove over the speed limit on the dust road along the highway, pounding his fist on the wheel for emphasis, Kerouac laughing in the back, staring out the window thinking of that girl he had left that morning. He had thought she might have been the one, but when the morning light had come through the motel window he had realized they weren't meant to be, had gotten up and left before she'd even waken up. Now here he is waiting on line for coffee, remembering her, wondering where he'll be in the next ten years. Maybe at another Starbucks, in another town, with another woman on his arm, the sun setting low the horizon and lighting up the dust and the dirt and the rocks and everyone in it, and he'll think of that Starbucks, and of Dean Moriarty, and even that coffee he ordered, and Dean Moriarty.

[wordsandwatercolours]

I'd just go to Columbia only to roam the halls where the beats once were.

[litkidclippings]

O the gruesome destiny of we human beings, each one of us will suddenly at some terrible moment die and frighten all our lovers and carrion the world--and crack the world--and all the heroin addicts in all the yellow cities and sandy deserts cannot care--and they'll die too--

Jack Kerouac - Tristessa