Frankly, once I've eaten a thing, I don't expect to see it again.
I don't know what I want, but I want it NOW!
Like the shock of fondling a raw sausage, blindfold, at a gay party.
If you are normal, I intend to be a freak for the rest of my life.
A pale sun poked impudent marmalade fingers through the grizzled lattice glass, and sent the shadows scurrying, like convent girls menaced by a tramp.
I'm not different for the sake of being different, only for the desperate sake of being myself. I can't join your gang: you'd think I was a phony and I'd know it.