"Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does."
-Allen Ginsberg
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Bob Dylan with fan, Paris, France, 1966
dang my tumblr has been hacked or messed with
Jack Kerouac said accept loss forever but it seems too hard.
Due to me falling into a depression in which I didn’t shower, eat, sleep, or try to see anybody who didn’t mind me in this condition which left me to my crust pothead friends who only want to hang when they are gaining something like a ride or I have drugs, and the only things I have been doing is poking smot, drinking beer, masturbating and trying to figure out myself and why I feel so discontented.
And now several girls I have crushes on all have boyfriends, someone I was following on here who I thought was really cool but she lives across the continent deleted their tumblr and I have no way of ever contacting them again, and I’ve managed to spend all my money during the process of the previously mentioned situation but I’m short on Christmas present purchases and have this extremely lonely feeling as I sit in my room with a Bob Dylan record I used to listen to when I was 15 playing so I can try to figure out why it makes me feel so wierd.
Somebody jump my bones.
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Really I just have to share this, I’m watching this Rolling Stones live from 1991 concert and Mick Jagger does the craziest, weirdest fucking things, like spewing his body into awkward ass stances while insanely glaring at the audience all wide eyed but I respect it so much because he’s just feeling it that hard.
I’m sorry but Mick Jagger is a fuckin badass.
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