vagabond
American
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 common place thing, / but burn, burn, burn / like fabulous yellow Roman candles / exploring like spiders across the stars... / ~~Jack Kerouac / / I couldn't have said it any better. / / Seduce my mind, and you can have my body / Find my soul, and I'm yours forever / / ~~A.S.K. / / these are my moleskine scratches / my little excerpts of life amidst doodles / and grocery lists / / / Can I be as I believe myself to be or as others believe me to be? Here is where these lines become a confession in the presence of my unknown and unknowable me, unknown and unknowable for myself. Here is where I create the legend wherein I must bury myself... / ...::|Miguel de Unamuno|::...
