But then they danced down the streets
like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all
my life after people who interest me, because 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!"
On the Road
Jack Kerouac
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