Status Updates From Satori in Paris & Pic

“(Why on earth would you, or did you, expect me to go see the Eiffel Tower made of Bucky Buckmaster’s steel ribs and ozone? How dull can you get riding an elevator and getting the mumps from being a quarter mile in the air? I already done that orf the Hempire State Building at night in the mist with my editor.)”

Satori in paris; kerouac travels to paris to get to know more about his ancestors– kerouac tries to meet himself so here you can meet him, a raw vulnerable version of kerouac, rare insides, I absolutely love his drunk rummaging, gives so much life into the chaos. cognac-nights

When God says „I Am Lived“, we‘ll have forgotten what all the parting was about.

Satori in Paris was great. Hating Pic but still loving the osmosis that is Kerouac.

The thing about Kerouac is that he writes like only his wife will ever see it.