"Are you the kind of person who brings more than one writing utensil to class because apparently I'm the kind of person who doesn't bring any writing utensils to class".
Rolling pin cylindrical, Keys to many mental cell, O' liberator of thought.
I'll jam you into the heart of the page and set free the life.
Once, in high school, I was stabbed in the back with a pencil.
If we could, we'd save the world from its misery, slaying page after page.
Alas we cannot. For it seems I have forgotten you on the bus.
I used the prompt in the back of the section 1 exercises.