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Ruined By Radicals: Jack Kerouac's Conservative Vision

I read Jack Kerouac’s On The Road when I was sixteen. I made sure that it was on top of my pile of books in the library during 7th hour. 1,564 more words


I came to a point

I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of thinking and enjoying what they call living, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.

~Jack Kerouac



Because the dark suit is worn it is worn warm

    with a black tie

and a kiss at the head of the stairs… 57 more words

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San Francisco: City of Hills

This post has been brewing for a while now. I have actually spent a fair bit of time in San Francisco, around going to Portland, so feel like I have got a pretty good feel for the city. 766 more words



Większość ludzi szuka jakichś powodów, żeby się napić. Różnica między mną a większością jest taka, że ja szukam powodów, żeby nie pić, i niech to cholera, jest ich mniej niż mogłoby się wydawać. 949 more words


“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…”
— Jack Kerouac


Jack, Jack Kerouac

Jack was our chihuahua rat-terrier. He was so old his back arched like a question mark. He was blind and almost entirely deaf. We didn’t want to put him to sleep, because despite all of that, he was a walking garbage disposal who loved to eat and trot aimlessly around the house. 730 more words

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