If Music is a Place -- then Jazz is the City, Folk is the Wilderness, Rock is the Road, Classical is a Temple.

That's what people do when they find a special place that wild and full of life, they trample it to death.

A blanket could be used to mimic the mating call of my crumpled-up clone. Isn’t silence seductive?


A brick could be tied to a cape, and then exalted as a superhero. Is that any more absurd than Superman?


A brick could be used as a flashlight. What, still dark? Check the batteries, because they may be dead. 


Love is like building a wall with two bricks and a ton of wind. Obviously you and your lover are bricks.


A brick could be used to enslave humanity. No wait, a brick can’t do that—but the Masons can.


A blanket could be used to water down the water. Don’t do it now! Wait until I am finished bathing.


A brick could be used as a paperweight, for people whose writing isn’t as dense or weighty as mine.


If my semen had chunks of crumbled brick in it, would you use yogurt to try to impregnate your fireplace? 


A blanket could be used in exciting medical advancements, curing everything from shivers to tonitrophobia.


A brick could be affixed to each end of an axle, for an example of transportation in a pre-wheel society. 


A brick could be used to illustrate your innocence. I can help you with that, because I brought a crayon. 


A brick could be used as one ingredient on the greedy Cake of Love. Other ingredients include: Everything.


A brick could be used to bring about a pantsless revolution. A zipper is just a gate holding you back, man.