“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!” Jack Kerouac
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Mr. Hyde
The monster ruins all. Lurking within until It seeps to the surface. Creating chaos and contaminating the very things that the true self sustains.
Fever-pitched Carelessness crept To all those unaware.
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