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Hey Jack Kerouac, I’m a transexual from the future. Great job with On The Road. Due to no fault of your own, you’ve knocked down a pretty weird set of dominoes just now. Would you like to hear about all the new types of pornography you inadvertently caused.

The less you know about Richard Nixon the safer you are metaphysically

Jack Keroac would've loved the phrase "fucking the text man for texts". He would've been describing Dean Moriarty as the text man in On The Road. Like, "beautiful babes were zooming down Frisco, their shining eyes leaving trails of light in the evening air as they hunted, nostrils flaring, for the text man. They would stalk the streets for the text man until triumphant or black dawn- forever waiting for that one holy, fabled little courtesy, and the magical notification, that would prove their efforts worth something. Dean turned to me and grinned madly and rubbed his stomach. 'I hear you're the text man now' I said, executing a terrible U-turn while making quick glances at him over the steering wheel. He didn't hear me because he had begun to howl out of the passenger window with his head sticking out, the bandage over his broken thumb unraveled and trailing in the wind like a prayer scarf". Anyway that's my impression of Jack Keroac if he'd heard the phrase "fucking the text man for texts" and somehow understood its context