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If Life Is So Critical, If Anne Frank Could Die, If My Friend Could Die, Children Were As Vulnerable As Adults, And That Gave Me A Secret Purpose To My Work, To Make Them Live. Because I Wanted To Live. I Wanted To Grow Up.

Each Month Is Gay, Each Season Nice, When Eating Chicken Soup With Rice

I'm Writing A Poem Right Now About A Nose. I've Always Wanted To Write A Poem About A Nose. But It's A Ludicrous Subject. That's Why, When I Was Younger, I Was Afraid Of [writing] Something That Didn't Make A Lot Of Sense. But Now I'm Not. I Have Nothing To Worry About. It Doesn't Matter.

We're Animals. We're Violent. We're Criminal. We're Not So Far Away From The Gorillas And The Apes, Those Beautiful Creatures.

I Have To Accept My Role. I Will Never Kill Myself Like Vincent Van Gogh. Nor Will I Paint Beautiful Water Lilies Like Monet. I Can't Do That. I'm In The Idiot Role Of Being A Kiddie Book Person.