"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
Aspiring astronauts, gals and guys who still like to make mix tapes, library crashers, belligerent bar crooners, time travelers, anyone willing to lie on a roof with me and talk about anything and everything 'til the sun comes up or hypothermia sets in... whichever comes first.
Barring that, someone with a sense of humor would be nice.