notes

*some people never go crazy, what truly horrible lives they must lead.

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..

The time has come," the Walrus said, 

To talk of many things: 

Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax — 

Of cabbages — and kings —" 

I am so clever sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying...