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!"
I don't have a dog; But if you don't stop talking about your god, I'll bite off your nuts...
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Your only job will be to stop me from openly remarking to people, on how bored i am by their conversation.
I too suffer from spontaneous utterances of brutal truth.