“I drift into the armpits of strangers, tasting their manic salt, and sleep to forget everything.”
“You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.”
“The salt of his tears tastes like the sea and I don't see the shore.”
“I sure wish deodorant tasted like butter, because then I could keep mashed potatoes warm and tasty in my armpits all day long.”
“I turned you into a stranger in order to forget you and now I'm the stranger.”
“Babies like fat. Like to bury they face up in you armpit and go to sleep. They like big fat legs too. That I know.”