Atomic Roads, Nuclear Sunrise. They left me all alone. Falling stars exploding on the sea. God Is Beautiful. The Land and Roses Slowly Disappeared. Why am I so Alone?! A wounded angel is smiling at me. God it's so beautiful.
"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
.. width="425" height="350" .. .. ....
.. .. ..
.. width="425" height="350" .. .. ....