Don't Sound The Alarm

[dream_of_lions]

Bellingham is dead. And from my kitchen window, I can see directly into a house across the alley that a few enigmatic individualists have converted into a temporary smokelodge. I feel like I'm witnessing literary history in the making, perhaps the new beginnings of a fledgling Kerouac, a young Ken Kesey, a neophyte-counterculture-revolutionary

Comments

[sloppysanford]

i'd be honored, good sir, and i shall avenge your death by striking down this blob with some sort of low-grade nuclear weapon.

[aboynamedkelly]

you are my favorite romantic.