ⵌ 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗥. 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 like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. 𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌.
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