good day.

"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."

- jack kerouac

why don't i read his poetry?

i think it may be time to invest in another book purchase...
it's an addiction, i know, but at least an intellectual addiction.

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