"...like the limp wrist marks the fag"
Junky, William S. Burroughs, 1953
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"...like the limp wrist marks the fag"
Junky, William S. Burroughs, 1953
[...] 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 and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!
Jack Kerouac (On The Road)
Kerouac: … it's just a kind of fear of being understood, or misunderstood, with love as the basic energy – for to be understood completely implies a kind of vacuum. Realize, Allen, that if all the world were green there would be no such thing as the colour green. Similarly , men cannot know what it is to be together without otherwise knowing what it is to be apart. If all the world were love, then, how could love exist? ~ Kerouac
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Allen Ginsberg, Neal Cassady, and Lawrence Ferlinghetti.
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"...and she understood herself in a way that I cannot."
Tristessa, Jack Kerouac, 1960
The world you see is just a movie in your mind. Rocks dont see it. Bless and sit down. Forgive and forget. Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you’re already in heaven now. That’s the story. That’s the message. Nobody understands it, nobody listens, they’re all running around like chickens with heads cut off. I will try to teach it but it will be in vain, s’why I’ll end up in a shack praying and being cool and singing by my woodstove making pancakes.
Jack Kerouac