Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth?

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I decided someday to become a Thoreau of the Mountains

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I decided someday to become a Thoreau of the Mountains. To live like Jesus and Thoreau, except for women. Like Nature Boy with hi Nature Girl. I'll buy a saddlehorse mix for $30, an old saddle on Larimer St., a seeping bag at Army surplus, frying pan, old tin can,bacon, coffee bens, sourdough, matches, etc.; and a rifle. And go away in the mountains forever. To Montana in the summers and Texas-Mexico in the winters. Drink my java from an old tin can while the moon is riding high. Also, I forgot to mention my chromatic harmonica...so I can have music. Thus–without shaving–I'll wander the wild, wild mountains and wait for Judgment Day. I believe there will be a Judgment Day, but not for this society. It is evil. It will fall. Men have to do what they want. It has all got out of hand–began when fools left the covered wagons in 1848 and rode to California for gold, leaving their families behind. And of course, there ain't enough gold for all, even if gold were the thing. Jesus was right; Burroughs was right. Why did Pomeroy turn down Dancingmaster's help to go to high school? I saw their graduation exercises last night and the 18 year old valedictorian using a false deep voice, spoke of the fight for freedom. I am going to the mountains, up in the eagle rainbow country, and wait for judgment day.

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