“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!”
Jack Kerouac.








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