it is all happening.

and a quote to reset your idea of our dear jacky boy. more thoughts to come. and more thoughts on my place in my writing as of late. – signed B^(squared)

shambling…

“Hold together, Jack, pass through everything, and everything is one dream, one appearance, one flash, one sad eye, one crystal lucid mystery, one word — Hold still, man, regain your love of life and go down from this mountain and simply be – be– be the infinite fertilities of the one mind of infinity, make no comments, complaints, criticisms, appraisals, avowals, sayings, shooting stars of thoughts, just flow, flow, be you all, be you what it is, it is only what it always is — Hope is a word like a snow-drift — This is the Great Knowing, this is the Awakening, this is the Voidness — So shut up, live, travel, adventure, bless, and don’t be sorry — Prunes, prune, eat your prunes — And you have been forever, and will be forever, and all the worrisome smashings of your foot on innocent cupboard doors it was only the Void pretending to be a man pretending not to know the Void –” – wrote mr kerouac in desolation angels.

a vision from my road. searing the blue into the sky with bits of gravel and ticks of lines...those, why those are stars - words of the road. dig in, brothers, dig.