On Turning Twenty-Five
. . .courtesy of Jack Kerouac.
"I wished I was on her bus. A pain stabbed my heart. As it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this two-bit world."
Monday, January 14, 2008
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He also said, "We were all delighted; we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time - move.”
Maybe the ablility to move life is what helps define experience, even if we're trying to hold onto something traveling in another direction.
Hope you had a happy birthday.
That he did. Thanks.
happy birthday to us, sorry it's so late.
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