“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.”

Jack Kerouac, On the Road

I stole this quote from a fellow blogger. Or, really — I stole it from Jack Kerouac. Or, really — I just wrote it down, seeing as that’s the definition of a quote.

Can you see that purple blob next to the microwave? Kinda looks like Barney. Or maybe it’s just the . . .



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