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I wrote a poem in my Creative Writing class my senior year of high school. I think it was about a sexual encounter or something, and it was entitled "I Have a Rocket in my Pocket."
My old woman teacher wrote, "Completely inappropriate, see me after class." at the top in big red letter, and didn't even give me a grade for it.
I didn't see a need to see her after class, I just wrote a new one and turned it in.
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For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith a dictum. I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
--Charles Bukowski
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