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Last edited by jon1jt; 04-28-2006 at 03:22 AM. Reason: minor change
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
Jon I love how descriptive this is. You've used several similes here and successfully turned a frightening experience into literary artwork!
I must say, I think things like this are what poetry is all about! Great work!
Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large numbers.
You edited...I still love it!!
Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large numbers.
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