You’re soy sauce mixed with cinnamon. I’m a Rice Queen, and you’re my Rice Dream. I’ve got two too many secrets and I’m keeping them. You’re one, she’s the other. I blacked out before we could finish our Midnight Margaritas, and in a dream I remember flying down the stairs as you screamed, “IF YOU WALK OUT THAT DOOR WE’RE THROUGH.” ...
When I left Antony I promised never again to be Cleopatra. Yet here comes Brutus down 9th Avenue, and like a cat, I’ve eight more times to die.
23rd & 9th
So it’s you and me in the Yellow Submarine and we’re trying to get to the Emperor of Ice Cream. He lives in the Candy Kingdom at the top of the stairs. And Princess Bubblegum knows the way, but I’m pretty sure she’s a Nazi spy, and I’m pretty sure the staircase we’re ascending just goes on forever. You have the same cardinality as the natural numbers, but I...