looking for an ending
just like at lunch today
funny how it always loops back to the beginning
infinite...
(he called me the other day to let me know that a bird of paradise had popped up from beneath the backyard weeds)
...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... - Kerouac
