The only difference between him and I is that he's blue and i'm peach.
Bob knows what's up.
I'd tattoo this onto my forehead.
oh emerson....you get me every time.
melt.
"He didn’t give a damn about anything. He is a great scholar who goes reeling down the New York waterfront with original seventeenth-century musical manuscripts under his arm, shouting. He crawls like a big spider through the streets. His excitement blew out of his eyes in stabs of fiendish light. He rolled his neck in spastic ecstasy. He lisped, he writhed, he flopped, he moaned, he howled, he fell back in despair. He could hardly get a word out, he was so excited with life." -Jack Keroauc
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