“I hate noise pollution. Get that filthy soda can out of my ear!”
“Earth pollution identical with Mind pollution, consciousness Pollution identical with filthy sky”
“In my ears i hear a noise, and this noise is the sound of the color of the sun.”
“I hated it when literally was used for non-literal things. I popped the tab on my soda can and returned her grin. Over my dead body... literally.”
“Because Patty Anne can’t handle living on her own. She can barely handle not setting herself on fire when she makes soda bread. My Gwenie doesn’t have that problem.” “Because she hates soda bread?”
“I cupped my hands over my ears. “No, no, no. Get out. Get dead.”