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last year:
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones 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 centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!" - kerouac
this year:
The only people for me are the sane ones, the ones moderately interested in life, who talk about the weekend forecast, who enjoy quiche, who are moderately interested in quite a variety of things when they have time, and who often watch tv shows they could pass on so they can have something to say to their co-workers, and they glow glow glow warmly if dimly like very nice glade plug-ins which you can now get at crate and barrel and they fade out like brine shrimp spheres eventually in well decorated bathrooms, so you have to get a new one, but are pretty consistent in how they distribute the cinnamon smell and everybody goes "oh that was pleasant, we should do that more often."
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