"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, On The Road
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, On The Road
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