My witness is the empty sky.
Kerouac once said:
'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...'
I think I'm inclined to agree with that.
It's far too fine to stay indoors these days, get out, do something, stay out late until the skies fade to black and the stars begin to dot the evening.
PS. Sam-- They're here. Thought you ought to know that.
'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...'
I think I'm inclined to agree with that.
It's far too fine to stay indoors these days, get out, do something, stay out late until the skies fade to black and the stars begin to dot the evening.
PS. Sam-- They're here. Thought you ought to know that.