I've been writing this kind of surreal, self-indulged poetry since I was
about eleven. Teachers have always labeled me as either retarded or an
eccentric genius. I'm only sixteen-years old. I think that's a lot of ground
to cover for being this young. You know what my goal would be? Whatever
this thing is that I have, be it thoughtful or hopelessly terrible, I
would LOVE to get rid of it. (July, 1998)
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