“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
“The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstacy is holy!” ― Allen Ginsberg
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