“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.”

Yesterday, I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me. Because? Because…

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!”

…And so I shambled after.

Falsely yours,
Jean-Louis “Jack” Kerouac