A little Inspiration...the love of my life is a dead man...his mind was fucked and raging as often I feel, so here is an exerpt from one of his first versions of this particularly well known passage from "On the Road". This passage reads differently in the published version. After several revisions from friends and editors the final version is slightly different but equally as beautiful.

Jack Kerouac----On The Road

"[Neal and Allen] rushed down the street together digging everything in the early way they had which has later now become so much sadder and perceptive. . but then they danced down the street like dingldodies and I shambled after as usual as I've been doing all my life after people that interest me, because the only people that interst me are the mad ones, the one who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, tho ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing. . but burn, burn burn like roman candles across the night."