~exploding like spiders across the stars...

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ALIVE, she cried!

I have life...i'm alive! I'm so surprised!

Where there used to be blind numbness
and cold heart ache
is now bubbling,
trembling, hot fuzzy...something...
the knife is gone..a sword has burst in bloom
cut in two halves...
it fills me from my feet..and above..
like a strange spice i know from somewhere
and i'm not quite sure of what it is
(to live)

suddenly i felt a warm sensation and a desire to dress in red fur

Wake me in the morning by wrapping the house in cloth.

to listen to Jack or the others..reading
(Spoken word recordings - nice background music, too)
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"...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 fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!' What did they call such young people in Goethe's Germany? " ~ Jack Kerouac(excerpt from On The Road)