“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!”

I need that. I need people who are willing to wake up from this mere existence. I need dynamic people, I need burgeoning people, and most of all I need human people. People who are dying like the rest of us and people who are willing to embrace that fact with the audacity of living their lives. We are all, in a sense, roman candles but when, for once and for all, will our fuses will be lit?


10.6.09