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Jun 09, 2009 09:19

Follow these steps.





But then they danced down the street 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.

Photograph by photo-soulz.
Words by Jack Kerouac.

- Shelby <3

prompt, jun 09 09

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