Love is a nervous habit. Haven't many said so? Snacking. Smoking. Talking. Joking. Alike as light bulbs. Drinking. Drugging. Frigg...ing. Fucking. Writing. Forgetting. Nerves, nerves, nerves.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
One may decide that the nipple most nearly resembles a newly ripened raspberry (never, be it noted, the plonk of water on a pond a...t the commencement of a drizzle, a simple bladder nozzle built on the suction principal gum bubble, mole, or birth ward, bumpy metal button, or the painful red eruption of a swelling), but does one care to see his breakfast fruit as a sweetened milky bowl of snipped nips? no.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I should like to suggest that at least on the face of it a stroke by stroke story of a copulation is exactly as absurd as a chew b...y chew account of the consumption of a chicken's wing.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The blue we bathe in is the blue we breathe. The blue we breathe, I fear, is what we want from life and only find in fiction. For ...the voyeur, fiction is what's called going all the way.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »