Friday afternoon in the universe, no directions in an objogg you got your men, women, dogs, children, horses, bones, tics, pretz, pots, pans, pools, poles,

Pales, ponderances and petty thievery's they turned into heavenly boola

I know a boy likes I'm talking about guys I made the world and when I made it I know I had a ocean midnight for my name and concocted up a world so nothing

even for ever there after they believe it's real but that's alright because now everything will be alright and we'll sue the forever boys and girls and if I were through we'll find a name for this darn golden eternity and tell a story too

and by jebbery the story as fast as this begins Friday afternoon we'd work in men on scaff holes painting white paint

and ants burly in the black dense and microbes warring in your kidney

and this is really is micro big in the end is a mercury and micro microbs living in the atomic microb hood

which then alternates outward to the end of this vast empty atom which is this imaginary universe

ending nowhere never even born as bunke, lull poe when he started his mother over rocks to pluck new tea and people visit his hut to inquire

what other planet features this and he answers what other planet?

all the sounds of the entire world and I swimming through this window from Mrs. Lucadio, the twine doll and old pokes home drunk again and of course you hear the cats whaling in the whale by a wildfire

rock and swim in the night midnight, lucien, dollophenia, minstries and visions of the tata got the state of purity and womb

and so that here is all this infinity material metal like golden ash, swooning and swarming in our enlightened brains

in the silence she's salying in our endless air and still we're a few as negative and blank to hear what the whole of you

to walk your will say the diamond boat in pursepine, recippine, built-on, heraline and in fact matches the southern ages of our last thing swam swallowing in a simple broom

and at night you raise the square white light from your golden feet, the brick and tree and coyote wongaya but you'll mord off the inexistent two devils

just to pass the time away and meanwhile at the time was to the end of the last light year and my swerving didn't leave

finally afternoon where we stocked so far sound and how marks are done and the drink is bare and the twinkest children's eyes

welcome to the DTFH Pals that if you don't already know is Jack Kerouac reading lucien midnight

one of my favorite Kerouac poems out there and I'm now that I'm halfway through my life at least

I can actually like freely say I love Jack Kerouac I went through a period where I was doing that thing

maybe you do it where you're like that's for college kids and then I realized that I haven't read a book since college

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