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A Killer Stalks The Halls Of My High School. Innocent Cheerleaders Die By Knife.
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A killer stalks the halls of my high school. Innocent cheerleaders die
by knife. Teachers lock the classroom doors. I must find him, or I'll
flunk.
-- From a poem by Peggy Nadramia
Related:
I got my brain on hype. Tonight'll be your night. I got this long-assed knife, And your neck looks just right.
-- Body Count "Cop Kille...
I will not skateboard in the halls.
I'm sexy, I'm cute, I'm popular to boot. I'm bitchin', great hair, the boys all love to stare!
I'm wanted, I'm hot, I'm everything you're not. I'm pretty, I'm cool, I dominate this school....
Oh whistle, and I 'll come to ye, my lad.
-- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Whistle, and I 'll come to ye...
In high school my parents told me I ran with the wrong crowd. I was a loner. -- Jeff Shaw
When I was in high school, my friends would lay anything that moved. I choose not to limit myself.
I know I'm going to miss her, a tomato ate my sister. -- From "Attack of the Killer Tomatoes".
I will not yell "fire" in a crowded classroom.