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on the road.
"we lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what god had wrought when he made life so sad." - jack kerouac
i have this written down on a piece of scrap paper and every once in a while it will resurface from whatever heap of things it was buried with and i will remember how significant a simple, perfect sentence can be.
8:08 pm - February 12, 2009
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