I love Jack Kerouac. My dear friend Lisa is the one who let me discovered him. He's our mutual hero. Tall, dark, a calm rebel who fought his demons without hurting anybody. On the road is the first book i read from him. I hated it. I took a month to finish the first 3 chapters. Then the more i was reading, the more i wanted to re-read it. Anyways, it kinda knocked me out- because it's so good. He's addicting. It's not easy but once you've been hit you want more. And just typing words about him, makes me content.

And he was straight. (!!!) tehe

"il se définissait comme 'un artiste, un conteur, un écrivain dans la grande tradition française, et non le porte-parole d'un million de voyous'. "

"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."—from On the Road

How lovely. Makes me wanna burn like i should burn. Slowly, quietly, comfy.

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How fucking good is Amy Winehouse's cds? Shit shit shit its so good good good bon bon bon.