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!”
Saturday, 17 December 2011
Ruined!
Okay I'm not sure how this happened exactly but some how amongst the confusion and chaos while rolling on the kitchen floor, my boot was stuck. Seriously no matter how hard I pulled this boot it was just not budging. Some how the lining inside had wrapped around my foot, causing it to remain in the boot as if someone had f**cking super-glued it. So yes in the end I had to result in fetching a pair of scissors and cutting the boot open to get my foot out. To which my dad came down stairs, saw and claimed that I was silly as he could have gotten it off himself. Sorry Dad, as a man I know you have this automatic urge to announce that you could have done something better then what I did but there was no way that boot was coming off!
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