Breathless

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! - Jack Kerouac

i remember it all: every word, every breath, every tick of the clock..everything that happened is with me forever. i can never forget it. but that doesn’t mean i can live it again. you can’t live what’s gone, you can only remember it, and memories have no life. they’re just pale reminders of a time that’s gone - like faded photographs, or a dried-up daisy chain at the back of a drawer. they have no substance. they can’t take you back. nothing can take you back. nothing can be the same as it was. nothing is. all i can do is tell it.

—candy

Ich habe das Herz gefuehlt, die grosse Seele, in deren Gegenwart ich mir schien mehr zu sein, als ich war, weil ich alles war, was ich sein konnte.

—Goethe

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—Py - Lungs (produced By George Fitzgerald)

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