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“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!?
~Kerouac


There's something about this that speaks to me today, like a feeling unveiled. Rain can wash away the mask on the outside, if even just for a moment...and then it's not a secret anymore...