Writing About Music Is Like Dancing About Architecture In Helsinki.

"Come with me to Barcelona," she said.

Lust-leather and rave-tails.

Her body warmed off the propane vents, skin the color of rasterized
digital-art student experiments.

But I said I didn't know where it was. That it was a Shaun Ryder
song.

"You'll find it -- I'll hate you forever if you won't."

SALIV, Page 171.

"It's something they built to program us at birth; normally it fires extremely short bursts of information at babies, engramming instructions to them which will bleed across from their right hemispheres at clock-time intervals during their full lifetimes, at appropriate situational contexts."

. . .

Come Lie Next To Me.

"Robots don't wear boots, but maybe they should."

SALIV, Page 165.

FISH CANNOT CARRY GUNS!

My Favorite Rapper Used To Sing Check-Check Out My Melody.

"I just spent a chunk of my ever-shortening life crudely drawing Ultimate Willie Lumpkin for the internet."

"I think tomorrow I'm going to go join the Peace Corps or get into Scientology or something because something's wrong with the way I'm living my life."