SaturdayApr 11, 2026
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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 roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everyone goes 'Awww!'
Swinging on delicate hinges the Autumn Leaf Almost off the stem
The summer chair rocking by itself In the blizzard.
I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
Though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.
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