So said jack kerouac, in words dangerously close to becoming cliche:
"The only ones 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."
on the road
So said Truman Capote when he heard Kerouac wrote the whole novel in thirty days, on one long piece of paper, jacked up on benzedrine and espresso:
"that's not writing, that's typing"
"The only ones 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."
on the road
So said Truman Capote when he heard Kerouac wrote the whole novel in thirty days, on one long piece of paper, jacked up on benzedrine and espresso:
"that's not writing, that's typing"
angel_ree:
Wine wine does nothing to me, red wine usually does, hence the the worry at its lack of effect!!!! xx