"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
In Toasted Goodness Gratitude...
(with a side of "this is a little too sticky, Sara please stop taking awkward pictures of me"),