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"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..."
Never Say a Commonplace Thing.
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!"
offer them what they secretly want and immediately they become panic stricken
What is a rainbow, Lord?-- A hoop for the lowly
You'd be suprised how little I knew, even up to yesterday.
You'd be suprised how little I knew, even up to yesterday.
I felt great compassion for the trees because we were the same thing; I petted the dogs who didn't argue with me ever. All dogs love God.
"...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 across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"
The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.
