each day at lunch time
birds caught in cavernous mall
escape fills our minds.women caught by it
the notion of prettiness
no one noticingescalator up
steps moving people gliding
escalator downa day at the mall
the sky topped with puffy clouds
people buying shoes.
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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved . . . the ones who never yawn and say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
— Jack KerouacThe Cat Cam
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