kerouac for the soul

"the only people for me are the mad ones. the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirious of everything at the same time. the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn,

burn,

burn,

like the fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight *pop* and everybody goes, "aww!"

(from on the road)