On the Road By Jack Kerouac

“I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”



Thursday, 1 December 2011

December memories

Since it's the first of December, I thought I'd get into the the winter spirit. I wouldn't mind at all if the snow returned, snow brings back good memories of last year. My mother, who is a very 'special' woman, fell in the snow, well tipped is more of an accurate description. Yeah that's right, not on ice like normal people, but in the snow. Some how in the deep, soft snow we had, she managed to tip over in slow motion and half- land in someone's front garden. By the time she got back up I'd already text two people about it...No it's not mean! I just grabbed the opportunity to enlighten other people with the situation that's all. :)

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