good things each need their own spotlight.
furthermore, i think its a sin to think of them at the same time and not afford them their right to be drank in like a shot of the good whiskey.
feel the burn my friends.
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!"
Jack Kerouac
Jack Kerouac
