okay so third blog of today.
she says: look up jack kerouac?
she says: why cus he was mad at the world?
this guy says: no knoe mad angry... mad crazy
this guy says:he wrote a thing in his book about how the only people for him are the mad ones, the ones who never say a commonplace thing and right when you said that 993 cranes to go i realized you are exactly the kinda person hes talking about
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this is hface
I DONT NEED ROADS WHERE IM GOING
alaska, i'll find my feet and then we'll meet
this is hface
i have a heartbeat
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I DONT NEED ROADS WHERE IM GOING
DONT NEED HIGHWAYS
BIWAYS OR TRIWAYS
I JUST NEED FLY AWAYS
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Bukowski
b u r n
"the only people for 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 commonplace thing.. but burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night"- Jack Kerouac
he said she said
"its not classy." she said
"you made it look good under the bridge." he said
"you made it look good under the bridge." he said
some color for this
alaska, i'll find my feet and then we'll meet
word
you can't stop the rain or the reign
life imitates art right now..
art will soon imitate life..but exagerate it..to make it more interesting, gripping even.
money matters to much, to much for anything.
life imitates art right now..
art will soon imitate life..but exagerate it..to make it more interesting, gripping even.
money matters to much, to much for anything.
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