Lord and Master Lesbian King

“The moon— . . . She got a rougey twooty mouth like little girls who don’t know how to smear on lipstick— She got a bump in her forehead from a fire rock— She is bursting at the seams with moon goodness and moon fat and moon golden fire and over her Golden Eternal angels sprinkle imaginary flowers— She is Lord and Master Lesbian King of all the blue and purple survey of her ink kingdom— . . .”

—Jack Kerouac, Desolation Angels, 1965.