When you're riffing on an idea with someone, and the words are coming so smooth & fluid & satisfying that you feel like you're losing yourself in the soft luscious cavern of their mind. And you kind of just want to stay there forever.
Whenever I talk to him Iām titillated and aroused...intellectually . It's like we're mental making out.
excreting, crapping, defecating, pinching a loaf, dropping a load, taking a shit, doing a george, grunting a growler, saluting the throne, taking a dump.
As Sammy realized that his whole life was coming out of his smartest orifice after days of painful constipation; he screamed with relief, "Heavens to Betsy" and slowly turned and smiled to watch himself making a tail.