mandag 15. november 2010

Burn, burn, burn

"But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I stambled after as I've been doing all my life after people that interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones that 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

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