“Leopards break into the temple and drink all the sacrificial vessels dry; it keeps happening; in the end, it can be calculated in advance and is incorporated into the ritual.”
“I look into the starlit night, And beckon to a dream Within a world of masks and faces Of all we see and seem.”
“You could rub a dry turd with a whole can of linseed oil, after all, and all you'd end up with was mess of shiny shit.”
“I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart.”
“Your anger is like the bubbles in a can of soda. The more you’re shaken, the more you want to let it out. The longer you keep it in though, the greater the size of the eventual explosion - and the flatter the drink at the end.”
“She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.”