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.......
~Jack Kerouac
Ahhhhh.........This is one of my favorite Kerouac poems....
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