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Theatricality and deception, powerful agents for the uninitiated. But we are initiated, aren’t we Adam West?
TIS BUT A SCRATCH, MERELY A FLESH WOUND
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There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars. -On the Road, Jack Kerouac
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I yelled for joy. We passed the bottle. The great blazing stars came out, the far-receding sand hills got dim. I felt like an arrow that could shoot out all the way.
On the Road (via thepagesareuncut)
What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via anelloriccio)
“…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 that never yawn or say a commonplace thing.. but burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night.
Jack Kerouac (On The Road: The Original Scroll)