I am the burrito wrapped up in a blanket. Eat my warmth.


My name is Mr. Brickton, and this brick, it weighs a ton.


I was born into chaos. I didn’t know what peace felt like.

The sheer force of the music calls for a wild audience reaction.

I’ll weave the waves into a sea blanket of goodbye.


Two bricks, parallel and horizontal, equals an equal sign.


That girl is a grade one a-hole with a severe attitudinal problem.

Freedom without responsibility? What freedom is that? None at all.

She was beautiful in a way that only wild things can be beautiful.

A brick could be used as a book cover. Talk about hardcover!


A blanket could be used as one square on a giant checkerboard.


Fear begets fear. Power begets power. I willed myself to beget power.

A blanket provides warmth. So does the joy a good joke brings.


A brick could be used to separate the Jorges from the hoorays.


A brick could be used to keep you three inches away from death.