I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.
In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me.
He's watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.
Be sure to leave your underpants with someone you can trust.
The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.