Wednesday, January 13, 2010

There's a hippy in my heart.

Underneath the cardigan. Somewhere deep.

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


  1. "Much madness is divinest sense to the discerning eye."

  2. wait a minute, I know these people.....

  3. you probably do. Isn't that you in the mud? :)