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'the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones 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 a blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "awww!"'
-on the road by jack kerouac

i love this man seriously. i'm adding him to my list of people i would like to have sordid affairs with simply because of their writing. it really is quite a shame he drank himself to death.