5 years ago. February 9, 2020 at 9:38 PM
The only people for me are the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to talk,
mad to be saved,
desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a common place thing,
but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
Jack Kerouac