"Resist much. Obey little."

"Do I contradict myself?
Very well, then, I contradict myself;
I am large -- I contain multitudes."

— Walt Whitman
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Four dogs went to the wildnerness.
Only three came back.
Two dogs died from guinea worm.
The other died from you.
Jack Kerouac.
Well Jack was not innocent.
He ran over dogs.
Just think of it man.
Nevermind.
Okay, that's well enough for now.
Thank you very much.
And ah ... yeah,
Jack was an artist in everyway.
I admire the dog thing most of all.

Let us hope that the whores of evil no longer loiter on the doorsteps of your path beckoning you into the brothel of despair, and that hereinafter you may present them with the most rigid manifestations of a firm and manly will.
Ad Astra Per Aspera

Letter to William S. Burroughs & Ode to Jack by Hunter S. Thompson
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