Monday, November 8, 2010

Adore Kerouac.

I literally cannot get him off of my mind. I was for surely born in the wrong time. He absolutely was a perfect gentleman in my eyes.....a hopeless romantic, intelligent, a bit of a hedonist, a chain smoker, dashing with a pinch of neurosis. Jack Kerouac was divine.

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”

“Why did I allow myself to be bored ever in the past and to compensate for it got high or drunk or rages or all the tricks people have because they want anything but serene understanding of just what there is, which is after all so much.”