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- scram.
- AR/NYC/Ireland
- 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
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It may be a challenging scene to witness, but I think we need to capture, via photograph, a hipster bumpin'-n-grindin' all up on some betty.
"Work that. Lemme see you drip sweat."
-- D. Banner
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