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"OW! Cheese balls!" Ron yelled, hitting his head on the door frame of the bathroom. Scrunching up his eyes in pain he ducked he head and entered his dorm room. "Ron, mate, what's up, your... your looking a little, err, big." Harry asked looking at his friend. Ron sighed walking over to the trunk. "Magical growth spurt. Don't worry, you'll have one to. You wont always be five-six." Ron and Harry laughed as Ron pulled on his school robes. "Ah, Ron, your robes are a bit to short." The red-head sighed, looking down. "A bit?" ** Walking into the great hall everybody was laughing at Ron. Harry himself was trying not to giggle, failing miserab

Greetings of psycho dwarfs Polishing the brightness of stars Sneaking through souls of wrath Stealing the quietude The plenitude to rule among gods Slippery the moments of weakness When falling in a beauty filthiness Because their heart bleeds Like any being Like any angel with the wings wrapped No freedom No lightning The end is near In a tomb out of here

Take me to the bar, Where the spoiled youth hangs out. Let me bomb their masses, Destroy them from the inside out. Take me to the party, Where business men do well. So I can take a rusty blade, And send them all to hell. And then the little tea-party, Where all the housewives whine. I'll take an automatic gun, We'll have such a nice time. And last I'll take the Christians, From every church I'll make them run. I'll make them beg for mercy, We will have so much fun. You must think I am twisted, Full of insanity. But I'm just like all the other kids, Going through puberty.

“Ash, why won’t you talk to us, sweetheart?” Mom asked me with a smile. She leaned forward and touched a hand to my arm, smiling like all mothers do when they want to sweet talk you into doing something for them. “You know we’re all here for you. We’re not here to judge you. Just tell us everything that happened, Ash. You’re really worrying us.” “It’s starting to get annoying, Ash!” That was from my rival Gary. Because when you’re throwing a calm, quiet intervention, you should bring your son’s childhood rival who spent most of his life figuring out ways of tripping you into th

     The pool's surface undulated with such a small frequency that its calm was almost seductive. Nobody was in the deep end except my brother, who clung to the concrete side like a bush baby afraid to leave its mother. I took a moment, testing my desires, wondering if I really wanted to go in, but then decided that the water would feel a million times better if I had been warmed by the sun first.      So I headed to an empty beach chair by the side of the pool and draped my towel over it. I noticed that the two chairs next to me were each covered in a towel and women's t-shirts. My adolescent thought processes flickered on and I wondered, j

"Or this puberty" Shut up and make me a meal of roses Can you pull prose from your ears like posies (you jerk) I want to hurl up my insides and you say you're tired Hah! You haven't spent time in my garden of gardenias each bloom is a universe pampered and demanding constant attention It can do strange things to a person I want to eat a meal of roses.