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!”



Monday, 5 December 2011

Frozen to death...Almost

As well as waking up late for college...That's a lie, I woke up in time, I just didn't get out of bed. But anyway when I made my way to college, wearing my big black coat, my noddy hat, gloves and a scarf, I came to terms that I might die from the -100 degrees temperature and the wind that hits you like you're being bitch slapped by a pimp (Wise words of my friend Za'e). Also, making the 40 minute trek to college even more delightful, it was icy, so I skidded a few times. Though I'm sure I provided the passing traffic with some good morning entertainment.
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