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“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, On the Road
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Kithain
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Hermit crabs washed up on a polluted shore, and we must make our homes in tin cans, empty bottles, and the bones of the blind. The cold rains are coming, and the roof is leaking.
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Street Guru
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Blue is well connected, and has a bit of a reputation for being a source of information and wisdom...if you can interpret his beatnik lingo.
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