Jouissance n Such (from Every Chapter of an Unrelated Incident)
The Cub Scouts are the pig of the iceberg. A sense of loss claws through the dirty box. Perky slobs limbs. They have no hour in which they are not forever in them. The lubrication moves wonderbread through a harnassed carcass. My unicorn passes its pink stage as an uncontrollable pile of pins.
Euphemisms for Plural Things
Coke is a man changing into a woman.
The declarative sagging.
my neuter jill