A blanket might make the ideal politician, because they’re warm, comforting, soft, and easily corruptible.


A brick is something solid, stable, and yet edgy. In other words, it’s everything a politician isn’t.


A brick could be used to silence your critics. Think of it like a really thick and unchewy piece of chewing gum. 


A brick could be used to send Satan back from whence he came. But where did he come from? Probably Washington DC.


Brick could be the codename for Rick B. But why the need for secrecy? If I told you I’d have to blanket you.


A blanket could be used to spot the blind. I’d spot Helen Keller nine points in a ten-point basketball game.


Last night I did things my mother told me not to with the people I shouldn't see in the places that I should not go..

I make love like a brick could be used as toilet paper. Sure, it’s rough, but I thought you liked that shit.


A blanket could be used to communicate with dolphins. Be quiet! I’m trying to talk to the swimming mammals. 


I wonder how many women are held up in their bed waiting to be sung to, served wine to, read poetry to, kissed slowly with.

A blanket could be used as a warm topping on a hamburger, sort of like processed cheese, only tastier and healthier.


A brick could be used to smash my bottled up rage, and a blanket could be laid down beforehand to catch the shards. 


A brick can be used to represent a ruin, or the beginning of new construction. With a brick, the past is the future.


A blanket could be used to reveal hidden mysteries. Quick, get naked and get under, and I will illuminate the night.


A blanket could be used to express my feelings towards her. You see, I’m not tired—but I am tired of her.