Love is something to be cherished, like the toy at the bottom of a box of cereal. And just as a warning, my love is rather soggy, because I pour my milk directly into the cereal box.


“A brick could be used for pressing grapes into wine, and a magician could then …”

“Don’t go on a ghost tour, because you won’t see a ghost. Well, you might. Maybe…”

“He’s got the curly Irish hair. You can’t eat him because he might be your fathe…”

“A blanket could be used as a sail for my self-esteem when I’m floating upstream…”