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I Looked At Her, And She Was Smiling Like She Was Broken.

It's Insulting To Believe That Teens Should Have A Different Kind Of Book Than An Adult Should.

People Talk About The Beauty Of The Spring, But I Can't See It. The Trees Are Brown And Bare, Slimy With Rain. Some Are Crawling With New Purple Hairs. And The Buds Are Bulging Like Tumorous Acne, And I Can Tell That Something Wet, And Soft, And Cold, And Misshapen Is About To Be Born. And I Am Turning Into A Vampire.

Occasionally People Ask Me How It Is I Write Different Types Of Things, And My Answer To That Is It's Very Natural. You Get Bored Writing One Kind Of Thing All The Time.

We Went To The Moon To Have Fun, But The Moon Turned Out To Completely Suck.