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.
the ending of ON THE ROAD
"for my friends and neighbors, give me wild men..." h. thoreau
ReplyDeletehey, hey, my, my.
they give you this, but you paid for that.
and once you're gone, you can't come back...
you sure we don't come back?
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