Blankets could be used as billboards on buildings, especially hotels, if you write things like, “Free sex with room.”
With one blanket, you and I could wrap up like a burrito. Yum. And if you want melted cheese, just fart a bit.
A blanket could be used to understand Understanding. At least I think so. The process is complicated, and really hard to understand.
A blanket could be used to express my feelings towards her. You see, I’m not tired—but I am tired of her.
A blanket could be used to reduce the weight of love, by exactly one person. It’s a cold world out there.
A blanket could be used to mimic the mating call of my crumpled-up clone. Isn’t silence seductive?
A brick could be used as an AFD, or Atmospheric Floating Device, whose sole function is to make people ask WTF?
A blanket could be used to line the walls of the Love Chamber, to soundproof it so that nobody hears you scream.
A brick could be used instead of a red light. They’re both red, and I’d run both with equal fervor.
A brick could be used to back the dollar. Hey, it’s better than the dollar being backed by nothing, right?
A brick could be used as a child’s game to improve memory. I forgot how exactly, but then I never played much.
A blanket could be used to show people the benefits of sleeping with a parachute—especially if you’ve got a flying bed like I do.
For him, it appeared he could freeze the moment in a memory; only for it to slip through his hands like water.
If I weren't already dead, I'd have to kill myself just so I could roll over in my grave.
Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be.
By the power of three times three!” exclaimed Gillian. “You could qualify as your own continent, man!
He could still remember how the first sip of wine made him feel.
Secrets could never be rushed. They had to come of their own accord, on their own schedule. That way ,when they came , the offered themselves as a gift.
The Maddoxes could sense trouble. At least it seemed that way, because whenever there was a fight, they had either started it, or finished it. Usually both.
All she wanted was love with respect, respect was so important to her, and I could give her that.
Pete couldn't believe how sanctimonious somebody could be just because they'd once had a soldering iron stuck up their arse.
