Her pussy. I was talking about her pussy. Because it’s pink, you see? You get it.

The Honourable Sir Edmund Quimlove, Santa In The Pink, Krampus In The Stink: An Adult Bedtime Poem

Consider also:

  1. “I serve the state by opposing it. Drinking is an act of civil disobedience.”
  2. “You have no love, no faith, and no purpose. You shall be my instrument, and in return, you shall gain the things you lack.”
  3. “green of the honeyed muse, green of the rough caress of ritual, green undaunted by reason or delirium, green of jealous joy, green of the secret holy violence of the thyrsos, green of the sacred iridescence of the dance”
  4. “the feeling of wanting to look out a window with someone and have them get it”
  5. “the rest of us have been fighting an unconscious war in order to buy time. We have been losing, but losing as slowly as humanly possible. “