Censorship Is The Child Of Fear And

Death Is Funny, When You Think About It. Everybody Does It, But Nobody Knows How, Exactly How.

I Don’t Know What I’m Doing In The Next Five Minutes And She Has The Next Ten Years Figured Out. I’ll Worry About Making It Out Of Ninth Grade Alive. Then I’ll Think About A Career Path.

Everybody Told Me To Be A Man. Nobody Told Me How.

Revision Means Throwing Out The Boring Crap And Making What’s Left Sound Natural.

I Watch Some Kids Ask The Cafeteria Ladies To Sign Their Books. What Do They Write: "hope Your Chicken Patties Never Bleed?" Or, Maybe, "may Your Jell-o Always Wiggle?