Intensity

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 that 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!"

Jack Kerouac