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

“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.”

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

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

“We are pagans. We deify each other.”

“Write it down. Whatever it is, write it down. Chip in into marble. Type it into Microsoft Word. Spell it out in seaweeds on the shore. We are each of us an endangered species, delicate as unicorns.”

“Jesus," Dante interjected when the heavy quiet in the vehicle seemed endless. "All this touchy feely is making me itchy to kill something. How about we quit jerking each other off and go blow the roof off this mutha?”