22. Mai 2013

LONELY ROBERT - A STORY





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


10. Mai 2013