two zero zero nine
"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 and in the middle you see the blue ceterlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!""
Are you mad?
And those we call dear, darling friends
Now is the time
The time for New Years
The time when we gather to... hang?
Party, Get Down, saluting an epoch, adieu
Come cats not Clydes
Dressed to beat nines
Come we will banquet, beguile?