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!”



Sunday, 4 December 2011

Typical sunday

Well today I decided to visit my Nan and assist her with my brother and sister since she's got a bad hip (such a cliché I know). But not only does it take an hour to walk there, as you may know it's WINTER and I froze my arse off. Also it was raining which made it all the more fun! Do you know what I look like with my big black coat on with my hood pulled up? A serial killer, that's what. Though my Grandad did offer me a lift bless him. Call me crazy but I don't accept lifts from the elderly who get out of breath walking from the living room to the Bedroom...In a bungalow.
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