Primitive Precursors of Blogging
“Why doesn’t she love me anymore?”
Underneath it, in silver marker:
“Cuz yur a syko.”
Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy... Submissive to everything, open, listening... Something that you feel will find its own form. --Jack Kerouac, from "Belief and Technique for Modern Prose"