"None of the above. You are neither a season nor for just a season. In truth, you are one of the constants in my life now. You are part of my life as much as I am part of yours."
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are 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. - Jack Kerouac
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