I'm anxiously awaiting the new 'On the Road' bar the whole Kristen Stewart debarcle which has somewhat tarnished it. Jack Kerouc's beatnik, alcohol and sex fuelled journey through America is my favourite piece of writing. I love his descriptions of the tiniest details and only wish I had the ability to capture people and experiences the way he did.
“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 Kerouc 'On The Road'
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