“Jesu, Rike, you been gargling rat piss again?”
“It was so quiet, you can a rat piss on cotton!”
“While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he's in.”
“Jesu, she was naked!”
“If not for the rats you could crawl beneath a bush. A bush. A bench. The alliterative universe. Rats too can pass through that needle's eye to enter heaven. . . . This box held a refrigerator, the refrigerator is an apartment, a man is in the box. . . . Wake up on the grass, soaking wet. Dew is the piss of God. 'Another bullshit night in suck city, my father mutters.”
“Piss me off again and I'll rip you a new asshole and then fuck it. And that's just the foreplay.”