La fin de l'espèce
Long time no see, Fuzati.
Warren Seine // Bite my shiny metal ass!
"They rushed down the street together, digging everything in the early
way they had, which later became so much sadder and perceptive and
blank. But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I
shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who
interest me, because 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 fabolous 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, On The Road, 1957.