Monday, May 14, 2012

Burn.












































"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled 
after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest 
me, because 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 that 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!"

J. Kerouak

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