"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..." Written by Jack Kerouac
And conscripted by Me
Pa Designer of re-purposed green jewelry, finder and seller of wonderful vintage clothing, lover of ghost towns, ghost town glass, photography, poetry, painting, drawing, life the universe and everything.