“My thoughts absorb sound like sponges soak up water. Please don’t whistle while I masturbate.”

“I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be without sponges soaking up so much water.”

“Children are sponges, soaking up every verbal and nonverbal interaction.”

“Sound is the most absorbent medium of all, soaking up histories and philosophical systems and physical surroundings and encoding them in something so slight as a single vocal quaver or icy harpsichord interjection.”

“She was wet with my crying. Up around her collar the cotton of her dress was plastered to her skin. I could see her darkness shining through the wet places. She was like a sponge, absorbing what I couldn't hold anymore.”

“Should I masturbate before we meet up? I don’t want to be horny and thinking with my dick the whole time. I mean, it’s not like it’s a date. For Pete’s sake, it’s a job interview.”