“...All that grotty jiz crusting to sugar in my ass crevice...”

“On detonation, red sugar spilled out of the corner of my mouth.”

“Being embodied in flesh that decomposes and that is inscribed with all manner of cultural values not of your choosing is also a state of emergency.”

“Each note is inscribed on a sugarcube lodged in the hoof of a rabid pig.”

“You just wouldn’t be happy until I had to drag my ass up here to this godforsaken icebox that is. Gotta tell you I’m feelin’ some hate here my man. Or I would be if I could actually feel anything other than Arctic cold gnawing at my vitals.”

“Art for Art’s Sake is for the well fed. The well fed are all the babies in cradles and my kitty along with them, and I am happy if my writings are for my kitty.”

“I can click my heels together all I want, but there's just no place to go.”