The rooftop of the mouth is where the chest must sing love songs.

“I listen better with earplugs in, so I can see what your body is really saying.”

“Courage is a commodity I sell in times of peace. But then my father was a chick…”

“I hear phonetically on the phone. Toiletries sounds like toilet trees to me.”

“When all the trees are dead, I’ll be there, drinking freshly squeezed orange ju…”