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I don't see the point in posting here anymore as it's not gonna be open much longer, but for some reason I still am. I guess I'm going down with the ship.
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The only people for me are 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 like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. -Jack Kerouac
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