The Only People Are The Ones Mad to Live

“…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…”…

Everything Ends and Everything Matters

“Everything matters not in spite of the end of you and all that you love, but because of it. Everything is all you’ve got…and after Everything is nothing. So you were wise to welcome Everything, the good and the bad alike, and cling to it all. Gather it in. Seek the meaning in sorrow and…

New Year, Endurances Longer Than the Sky

“Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.” Jack Kerouac   Charmingly aware of her little craziness she stood at the door refusing to leave. And since now you could arrange threesomes and all sorts of filthy stuff online why not…

Forget The Big Picture, There’s Only Life.

“It isn’t enough for your heart to break because everybody’s heart is broken now.” Allen Ginsberg All the glittered stupid Christmas balls, staring through my office window doomed sky and small people running down with their normal lives, when has it begun when will this world end, when we truly understand the speed of time…

Prove you’re alive.

“No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That’s how your whole…

The Most of Life; Behind Screens and Filters.

“You’re all murdering life…You’re all trying to change yourselves, all trying to change what is, and thus you’re never actually living what is. You’re killing who you are every day of your lives by not being who you are…where you are.”  Luke Rhinehart Everything led to Hollywood road, the arms the drops of rain, blank…