the only people for me are the mad ones mad to live mad to talk mad to be saved 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 happy birthday to you. we had a time.
there was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars. (jack kerouac)
my witness is the empty sky. (jack kerouac)
the only people for me are the mad ones mad to live mad to talk mad to be saved 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 happy birthday to djb, a shining star in my otherwise dark […]
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