I want to marry a lovegirl,
A girl-only-interested-in-love girl,
that would be the first sentence
of this masterpiece
Of golden literatur
Brap.All the crazy people
I've known since I was 4 years old
-6 years old I saw the sun red
on windows of snowy centralville,
and wondered "Who am i?"
with truthful little eyes
turned to the skies of paradise
no answer came.

I was the first crazy person
I'd known.

Had bundles and scarves hundred miles long

Wrapt in my heart of the library,
I had bottles and harts, & Xmas trees,
and every thing known to man,
including 6 year old ache pains
in the Poxy back.
                     Was afraid of myself simply,
                     And afraid a everyone else.

J.Kerouac, Mexico City Blues, 88th Chorus,