This is the story of America. Everybody's doing what they think they're supposed to do.
I was just looking at the jukebox. Just playing records. She said, You want to play with me?
All women are nice.
All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.
...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!'
What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? -it's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
(This picture is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic license. - Tom Palumbo from New York, NY, USA)
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