Endless Truebody
“Long afternoons just sitting in the straw until I was tired of ‘thinking nothing’ and just going to sleep and having little flash dreams like the strange one I had once of being up in some kind of gray ghostly attic hauling up suitcases of gray meat my mother is handing up and I’m petulantly complaining: ‘I won’t come down again!’ (to do this work of the world).
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“I felt I was a blank being called upon to enjoy the ecstasy of the endless truebody.” — Jack Kerouac; The Dharma Bums, p. 141-142
Jean Leblanc
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