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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 yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road"

Alright, listen up, I'm going to tell you a story of...absolutely nothing. This isn't a story. This isn't a tale. This is merely me being overly dramatic in telling you that I need some help and feedback on my writing. 

That's kind of it.

"My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.” 
― Jack KerouacOn the Road

You might be able to tell I kind of like that book.

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