nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.
the only people that interest me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a common place thing but burn, burn, burn..
I looked up at the sky; the pure wonderful stars were still there, burning.
Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.
I like too many things and get all confused and hung up
running from one thing to another til I drop.
This is the night, what it does to you.
I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion
no where to go but everywhere, so just keep rolling under the stars
all quotes from jack kerouac's "on the road"
looking forward to a weekend of roadtripping to the river & camping out with the whole crew...
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