Children chase a football ball, men chase a woman, and ideas have to be frozen in order to be hugged. I don't know what I want or when I want it. I don't even know why. I only know that I don't know.I'm not ashamed of dizziness any more than musicians are ashamed of wrong notes. In the tree house the beer tastes better and the kisses last longer. Girls throw up and angels hold their hair back. Even an acid trip lasts longer up here in the caress of the clouds. I thank the one who gave me a pair of legs, the one who put letters on the leaves, the one who who covered a rectangle of chocolate milk with a cardboard, the one who erased the memories, to the woman in the newscast who says it is always going to rain, and the nurses and their sponge baths.
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General Fiction"Debbie Harry and Kurt Cobain; Luca Prodan; a city that burns; a freckled girl who leaves; a war on a mysterious island and a cursed writer are the flashes that run through the mind of a teenager who suffered a motorcycle accident."
