Jack Kerouac

Hitchhiker

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"Tryna get to sunny Californy" -
Boom. It's the awful raincoat
making me look like a selfdefeated self-murdering imaginary gangster, an idiot in a rueful coat, how can they understand my damp packs - my mud packs -
„Look John, a hitchhiker"
„He looks like he's got a gun underneath that I. R. A. coat"
"Look Fred, that man by the road" „Some sexfiend got in print in 1938 in Sex Magazine" –
„You found his blue corpse in a greenshade edition, with axe blots"

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