“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
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going to a magical mystery tour party hehehehehe
So I was going through old papers and found a packet full of questions that my kindergarten teacher apparently asked us.
Kenny, if you’re somewhere reading this, teach us the secret of reaching enlightenment.
