"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!"
jack kerouac, on the road(thank you aaron for bringing this to my attention not so long ago)
2 years ago
1 comment:
it's too bad these people no longer exist and if they do, they are hiding in a forest, as far away as possible from the people who think they are the mad ones, who pretend. The real mad ones we've locked up or pushed to the edges of society. i don't remember the last time i met someone with something interesting to say, then again, I don't meet people very often and I dont have much to say.
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