At that time they danced in the streets like crazy and I followed them with difficulty as I have done all my life with people who interest me, because the only people who are there for me are the mad ones, the insane desire to live, words, salvation, and now all of the crazies, the ones who do not yawn and never say never banal but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow fireworks exploding like spiders over the stars and in the middle you see the blue light pop and everybody goes "Oooooh!"
ON THE ROAD
Jack Kerouac, March 12, 1922 - October 21, 1969
Rest in peace, Holy Writer
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