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“They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and 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 that 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


...things speak to him, he understands more than he should, the world winks at him through its objects, grabs grinning at his coat.

Lost in the Funhouse
by John Barth


We are always running for the thrill of it thrill of it
Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it
On and on and on we are calling out and out again
Never looking down I'm just in awe of what's in front of me

Walking On A Dream
-Empire Of The Sun

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