14/2/09

We're all mad here...


"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.


"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."



"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice


"You must be," said the Cat...

.."or you wouldn't have come here."



The girl with a fishbowl in her hair..


Emily tries but misunderstands, she often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrow..



..there is no other day let's try it another way..

You'll lose your mind and play



..free games for may...see Emily play..




..Soon after dark Emily cries,gazing through trees in sorrow hardly a sound till tomorrow..




There is no other day..let's try it another way..you'll lose your mind and play..free games for may..see Emily play





..Put on a gown that touches the ground..




..Float on a river forever and ever..








“People have stars, but they aren’t the same. For travelers, the stars are guides. For other people, they’re nothing but tiny lights. And for still others, for scholars, they’re problems. For my businessman, they were gold. But all those stars are silent stars. You, though, you’ll have stars like nobody else.”
“What do you mean?”...


...When you look up at the sky at night, since I’ll be living on one of them, since I’ll be laughing on one of them, for you, it’ll be as if all the stars are laughing. You’ll have stars that can laugh!”And he laughed again...


...“And when you’re consoled (everyone is eventually consoled), you’ll be glad you’ve known me. You’ll always be my friend. You’ll feel like laughing with me. And you’ll open your windows sometimes just for the fun of it… And your friends will be amazed to see you laughing while you’re looking up at the sky. Then you’ll tell them, ‘Yes, it’s the stars. They always make me laugh!”
- Le Petit Prince


"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