grooving to the beat
i'm feeling the beat. falling in luv with them again. i always know that i was born in the wrong generation. i should have been one of them - the mad ones.
"...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, on the road.
i feel them. their disillusionment about life, the rules, the morality, the self-righteousness of the few, and the arrogance of the privileged but shallow, vapid, even empty and soulless ones.
i feel their wandering souls, the endless curiosity about things, people and places, the nomadic lifestyle.
bored? let's hop into that car and drive across the country, feel the wind, sun, dust, mist, on our faces, on our skin, on our clothes. let the wilderness, darkness, coarse cursed earth revive our spirits, quench the hunger in our souls, fill the emptiness with a new set of adventure.
&&&&&&&&&
i just finished watching james franco's howl and i am now reading a biography about jack k.
to say that i am luving them is indeed an understatement.
i covet them. their life. their world. we are one.
"...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, on the road.
i feel them. their disillusionment about life, the rules, the morality, the self-righteousness of the few, and the arrogance of the privileged but shallow, vapid, even empty and soulless ones.
i feel their wandering souls, the endless curiosity about things, people and places, the nomadic lifestyle.
bored? let's hop into that car and drive across the country, feel the wind, sun, dust, mist, on our faces, on our skin, on our clothes. let the wilderness, darkness, coarse cursed earth revive our spirits, quench the hunger in our souls, fill the emptiness with a new set of adventure.
&&&&&&&&&
i just finished watching james franco's howl and i am now reading a biography about jack k.
to say that i am luving them is indeed an understatement.
i covet them. their life. their world. we are one.
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