I was thinking Aphex Twin.

I wonder if asafoetida would work instead of onion?

Is that when you’re not quite drunk enough to black out but you’re just browning out a little between lines?

Should I blend the oil and onion together so there aren’t big chunks in it?

All punks want to do is mosh and smell bad.

I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being fucked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fucked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck up in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue come bursting out through your lips and if I gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora’s fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

It’s goddamned poetry.

I noticed a drop in scam emails.

I wanted a sautéed onion candle so I can get my roommate’s hopes up for a good dinner.

The Nutcracker on meth was amazing.

I hope they cut back on traffic in the city because I’m tired of gridlock.

I’d like to be the filling in that Stone/Parker sandwich if you get what I’m saying.

It’s a magical night tonight.

Yeah he’s dreaming about Bubba whipping out that foot-long.

But does anyone ever consider the oil company CEO’s bonuses?

Lucky, I have to yell at them from a hundred and one feet so I don’t violate my restraining order.

When’s the Supreme Court going to over rule this?