Part one of term paper
Every time I open the door to my room, waves of hot and musty scents of piss and sweat fill my nose. I have a contentious debate with myself whether or not to open my closet. I'm afraid that the dead mice of sugar hungry ants will invade my subconsious and give me bad dreams. Debates over, closet lost. I guess I'll listen to some music. I ...

Part two of term paper
... Only the red and orange lights work though, because my dad accidently stapled the blue and green ones. As I search the deep inner recesses of my mind for inspiration, I let my eyes wander around my ever blinking room. Dave Letterman is staring at me with one eyebrow raised. Sandra Bullock is looking at Guido, who's right next to her. She has a giant knot in her hair. Amniotic fluid is being dumped onto a beautiful dancing girls head. Mr. Manson is squating down, his half naked self-m ...