Awesome ends with me; but Ugly starts with u...

Love, it’s like catching barrels in a fish.

My love is fountainesque. Is your body drinkable?

Moose Factory (I wonder if they make moose there?)

Can I quote myself...? Oh wait, I think I just did.

We made love like we made dinner. We had leftovers.

Chapter 1:I suggest you icksnay on the artalecsmay.

Love and I have been a duo since empty banana peel.

Infamy! Infamy! They’ve all got it in for me!

Love is an intense flickable mystery, like a booger.

Spoken often enough, words become [became] nonsense.

Robot. Is. Sad. Because silly bitch. Will. Not. Dance.

For the sake of my loved ones, I don’t drink sake.

When I make love I use protection. I wear rubber gloves.

The ground is to far away, why can't we raise it up?