Isn't it true that you start your life a sweet child, believing in everything under your father's roof? Then… — Jack Kerouac
Isn't it true that you start your life a sweet child, believing in everything under your father's roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome, grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life.
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