Quaqua—the sound one’s soul squeals when seducing one’s own clown. (Not to be heard until a future date.)

“In the middle I want to be at the end, at the end I want to be in the beginning…”

“My penis burns. I guess I should stop trying to put out forest fires with it.”

“If you’re in the eye of a hurricane, you may be lulled into believing it’s a pe…”

“I make love like I sing—in a choir, alone in the bathtub.”