You Can't Tell Me I Thought About Nutella

"I tried to make myself cry many times, and always the same thing happened. I couldn't make myself cry any better than Nutella and five hour could make themselves Melanie's lovers" "You can't write a poem about anything to do with me and Nutella," he says. The Arboretum exploded as if God had sung a note so high it shattered four stories of green windows."