grooving to the beat
i'm feeling the beat. falling in luv with them again. i always know that i was born in the wrong generation. i should have been one of them - the mad ones. ". ..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.." - jack kerouac, on the road. i feel them. their disillusionment about life, the rules, the morality, the self-righteousness of the few, and the arrogance of the privileged but shallow, vapid, even empty and soulless ones. ...