September 2010
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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, 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.
On the Road - Jack Kerouse
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“There in the glare of the video tape, imagination is easy to rape - and into the...”
– Michael Leunig
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