My childhood was torn between
Wednesday Addams and Veronica Sawyer,
speeches and phycopaths fascinated
with lust, love and social demise.
Do we just grown up, become adults, and die,*
Or were we made from real Girl Scouts after all?**
* “I say we just grown up, be adults, and die”, Winona Ryder, Heathers (1988)
** “Are they made from real Girl Scouts?” Christina Ricci, The Addams Family (1991)