If love tasted like pork, and you were allergic to Francis Bacon, could I be your Shakespeare? We could make love on a pizza and make much ado about nothing, everything, anything, something.

“The statue stood quiet and still, like the silhouette of a tired mime.”

“All my writing is translated from Gibberish directly into Nonsense. So if my wr…”

“When I smile, not only do my ears rise, but so does my listening ability. When …”

“Mr. and Mrs. Foster are not my foster parents. Also, they’re not even married t…”