What’s blacker than black? Does summer shade have a shadow? Is that how loneliness looks and where it lurks?

“Wheelchairs won’t kill you. And cigarettes won’t paralyze you. Stick a wheelcha…”

“She sucked my finger, and I licked the sleepy seeds out of the corner of her ey…”

“I’m not a king, but you can call me His Royal Hoorayness. If you did that, I’d …”

“My meat smells like cat food. Makes me want to lick my own asshole.”