20.4.13

"Paradise"



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They rushed down the street together, digging everything 
in the early way they had, which later became so much sadder and perceptive and blank. But then 
they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life 
after people who interest me, because 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, "On the Road"







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