the only people for me are the mad ones mad to live mad to talk mad to be saved 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 (j. kerouac) there were a few noteworthy yellow roman candles woven [...]
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