Jack Kerouac.

meet jack.
he is amazing.
he said what i think in my head so much better then i could ever dream. i've only met one... possibly two people that could ever use words like he does, and all i can say is that these are the people that you can't let go of.

jack says:
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”

turtle party.

i found this insanely funny. i "LOL"ed in speech and people starred.

here's what it says:

the Saddest thing I can Think of.
everyone at school has a little baby turtle except for one boy.
the kids all have a turtle party where they all bring their turtles.
but if you don't have a little turtle you can't come.

no one will let him borrow a turtle.
he does not get to go to the party.
he has to stay home. he sits in his
room and tries to draw a picture
but his tears ruin everything
he tries to draw.



that's the saddest thing this man at [www.toothpastefordinner.com] could come up with.

UNTITLED.

http://blackle.com/

check it out.

colors.

i think people take "color" for granted.

"The question is, what color will everything be at the moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying? Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say that it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see- the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on. It takes the edge off the stress. It helps me relax.

A SMALL THEORY.
People observe tyhe colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different color. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, i make it a point to notice them.

The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.
---The Book Theif; Markus Zusak




just to make you think...

WOAH.

you know what i decided after publishing that last post? i don't want to use this blog to ramble about nothing. i want to talk about important things, with my point of view and my opinions. i want to be able to look back on this thing in a couple years and be like "oh yeah. i remember that." i want to post songs, and poems, and amazing little says and quotes and talk about good days and bad days. what have i been doing?! sheesh. i need to get started.

be prepared.

--lissa