When I saw you I saw love. When I saw you naked I saw lust. When I saw you with my clone in a dream I saw the future.

If love had feathers and tasted like dog food then I suggest you wear shoes with your banana pudding. This statement also defines my political beliefs.

Love is what you make it. Unfortunately I cant make it today as I have a doctors appointment.

I told her Id wait forever for her but that was before I found somebody else whod give me a ride home.

I can tell if two people are in love by how they hold each others hands and how thick their sanitation gloves are.

You cant put a price tag on love. But if you could Id wait for it to go on sale.

I once had a dream about a woman and the next day she died. I stopped sleeping for three days after that to try to save some lives but then my body relented and I went back to being a murderer.

I make love with my eyes closed because I make love in my dreams. If you wanted to go for seconds we could because I make love buffet style.

My dreams have wings. But not soaring eagle wings more like the wings of a butterflycolorful and easily ripped off. The last time my dreams got ripped off was when I shopped at Walmart the place where freedom soars like a caterpillar under the foot of oppression.

I say eek to Zeke Ekez the imaginary palindrome politician of my dreams. He looks like me talks like me and thinks like me but I wont vote for him because I always vote for myself.