I like horse farms. I like the idea of animals growing on trees.
I’m the same as everyone in that I’m different from everyone. We are all unique, and therefore we are all the same.
My penis is empty, like a straw. That’s the real value of it.
A haunted house could be used to teach the value of valuelessness to a group of zeroes. What else could appreciate a ghost or nonentity better than a zero?
The object I stabbed him with was all bloody. Fortunately for him, the blood was on the tampon before I stabbed him, and not a result of the stabbing.
I told her to wait for me. She asked how long. I told her eight inches.
I don’t like walking, I don’t like shoes, and I don’t like roller skating in a wheelchair—too many wheels, and not enough sitting.
I stepped in gum. It was just floating on the water.
Fishing is water hunting, and I’m casting my net wide as we speak. I’m in the desert, fishing for fossils.
The reason I rob nursing homes is because the residents in nurseries don’t have any wealth yet to steal. How can I steal from babies? What do you think I am, a Central Banker?
One winter I wrapped myself in newspaper, for warmth and for illiteracy.
Every home needs a woman’s touch. My penis also needs a woman’s touch.
Superfluous is just too super. I feel like the word needs something extra, like a cape.
I always like to see people working. Makes me feel good because I’m not.
I was an at-risk youth. I was in danger of becoming an adult.
I’ll carry Carrie, yet keep my hands empty. I’ll hold her in my thoughts.
