A brick is something solid, stable, and yet edgy. In other words, it’s everything a politician isn’t.


I make love like a brick could be used as toilet paper. Sure, it’s rough, but I thought you liked that shit.


A blanket could be used to communicate with dolphins. Be quiet! I’m trying to talk to the swimming mammals. 


Brick could be the codename for Rick B. But why the need for secrecy? If I told you I’d have to blanket you.


A blanket could be used to spot the blind. I’d spot Helen Keller nine points in a ten-point basketball game.


She has a body for years, and I have an astronaut tan. When we make love it will be like (x + 2)(2x -1) = 0, solve for x.

I drank her essence, and it’s like she never existed and now I’m thirsty again. Let this be a lesson in love.

...only think a moment that we are here now, and that that was then, and it has come to this, and how odd, odd, odd it is!

A blanket could be used as a warm topping on a hamburger, sort of like processed cheese, only tastier and healthier.


A brick could be used to smash my bottled up rage, and a blanket could be laid down beforehand to catch the shards. 


A brick can be used to represent a ruin, or the beginning of new construction. With a brick, the past is the future.


A blanket could be used to reveal hidden mysteries. Quick, get naked and get under, and I will illuminate the night.


A brick could be used as a child’s game to improve memory. I forgot how exactly, but then I never played much. 


A brick could be used to crush the Fruit of Desire and make the Juice of Destiny. Drink it before I lose my erection.


A brick could be used to enhance your social status. Just affix it to the hood of your car, like a Mercedes ornament.