"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."
Jack Kerouac - On the Road (via siouxsieslumbers)
So you wakeup in a pool
and you drown, but when you die you loose your pool so where does the cat take a poop, my cousins cat poops on the stairs isnt that silly.
