"Kissing is the glory of the human species. All animals copulate but only humans osculate. Parakeets rub beaks? Sure they do, but only little old ladies who murder schoolchildren with knitting needles to steal their lunch money so that they can buy fresh kidneys to feed overweight kitty cats would place bird billing in the realm of the true kiss ( Read more... )

Everyone is a bucket of befuddlement.

" It is a voice raked by the claws of Cupid, a voice rubbed raw by the philosopher´s stone. A voice marinated in kirschwasser, sulfur, deer musk and snow; bandaged with sackcloth from a ruined monastery; warmed by the embers left down near the river after the gypsies have gone.

It is a penitent´s voice, a rabbinical voice, a crust of unleavened ( Read more... )

"It's very difficult to find someone who can make a salami telescope that looks functional and doesn't stink."

Sometimes, on a quiet night, if you listen long enough, you might hear the faint sound of clapping echoing in the distance, as the Handman dances and makes your hands clap for him.

Nothing actually matters when you're dulled.

"Show me an item extant sentient or otherwise in the world we share and I'll show you a clinically certified list of reasons why proximity to said item should be considered risky if no downright lethal. Under such circumstances, you have every right to be wrong. McLuhan missed it: we're not a global village, we're a global OUT-PATIENT CLINIC, and ( Read more... )

There's always the Red Balloon.

Between grief and nothing, I will take grief.

Love hath pitched his mansion in the place of excrement.