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!
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
