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I remember when; I remember.

— I remember when I lost my mind. Crazy.

You know the bit about roman candles. I don’t know, though, that I want what Kerouac does:

They rushed down the street together, digging everything in the early way they had, which later became so much sadder and perceptive and blank. But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because 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, On the Road

I — I am both sane and mad, and I’ll take them both.

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Merry Christmas.

   Joy to the World, Sufjan Stevens

And savor Christmas Eve, because it’s the best day of the whole entire year. I promise you.

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And everybody goes “Awww!”

His dirty workclothes clung to him so gracefully, as though you couldn’t buy a better fit from a custom tailor but only earn it from the Natural Tailor of Natural Joy, as Dean had, in his stresses.
Jack Kerouac, On the Road

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