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 EVERY TIME, THE ONES THAT NEVER YAWN OR SAY A COMMON PLACE THING, BUT BURN, BURN, BURN LIKE THE FABULOUS YELLOW ROMAN CANDLES EXPLODING LIKE SPIDERS ACROSS THE STARS AND IN THE MIDDLE YOU SEE THE BLUE CENTERLIGHT POP AND EVERYONE GOES, “AWWW!” (KEROUAC)