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They Say Drugs Are Not The Answer, But Really, What Is The Question?

I Understood Why She Did It. At That Moment I Knew Why People Tagged Graffiti On The Walls Of Neat Little Houses And Scratched The Paint On New Cars And Beat Up Well-tended Children. It Was Only Natural To Want To Destroy Something You Could Never Have.

I Could Hear The Icy Winds Of Sweden, But He Didn't Seem To Feel The Chill.

She’s Never Where She Is,' I Said. 'she’s Only Inside Her Head.

The Sound Of Her Laughter Was Sticky As Sap, The Smell Of Night-blooming Jasmine Soft As A Milk Bath.