"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 . . . . "
- Jack Kerouac
Friday, January 27, 2006
The Mad Ones...
I like this post from Hecate so much that I'm copying it:
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