It can happen to anyone. These are the last days, the last days of something. Although the ending is not there yet, not really, it is his secret precedent which reminds you of his coming. But it's too early in the day for whispering melancholy. So you tell it to shut up, and listen to the beat.
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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 and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes - Awww!
-Jack Kerouac
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