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, 2 February 2012
keeping it old fashioned
My and my best friend Lauren like to write letters to each other. I first became friends with Lauren when I met her at Grainville school when I lived in Jersey. Since then we have been best friends and still are, we are very lucky that our friendship hasn't tarnished in the slightest bit. Since I moved back to Glamorous old Grimsby, we have written letters to each other every... well when we can be arsed. This is important to us, we can look back at them whenever we feel like it, and carry them with us whenever and wherever we wish. Though I certainly won't be showing them to my future children, or anyone actually, let's just say there's a reason I keep them under my bed. If anyone read them I'm sure I would be getting a knock on the door from the police arresting me on suspicion of being a f**king nutcase.
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