The only people for me are the mad ones.

    The ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, 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. ~Kerouac

    This was posted today on the Flickr account of a girl I follow. Not only is she brilliant, she reads my mind a lot.

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