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Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
plate stacked high with chocolate waffles (slutty pancakes, he called them).
Figs that drip with honey, sugar blown into curls and flowers.
The sky's gray and there's mizzle. It's so soft on my skin
it's nothing like rain. It's even softer than the lightest drizzle! Lift my face up, so it can kiss my skin. The Panopticon
Sweet cream on an ice cream sandwich!
Blueberry Muffins
What's a miffin?"
"Trippy muffin.
What is sweeter than lettered ease?
Milk, powdered heavy cream, and powdered butter." "Didn't know a lot of these products existed,
flooding the world with a bounty of Froot Loops, Lucky Charms, and Count Chocula.
Chocolate, something salty, and a box of hag rags gave
Only two things better in the world than your frosted sugar cookies with daisy sprinkles and those are pigs in a blanket and a man with a fine package. This I know as fact.
Powdered donuts," Tyson said earnestly. "I will look for powdered donuts in the wilderness." He headed outside and started calling, "Here, donuts!" Once he was gone, I sat down across from Annabeth.
pickle juice on a cookie.
Krispy Kreme Doughnuts, everybody loves them. But I thought this was interesting on the box, 'Konsult Kardiologist.
This was just too fucking weird. Fucked up sprinkles on a slice of psycho shit cake.
EATABLE MARSHMALLOW PILLOWS
LICKABLE WALLPAPER FOR NURSERIES
HOT ICE CREAMS FOR COLD DAYS
COWS THAT GIVE CHOCOLATE MILK
FIZZY LIFTING DRINKS
SQUARE SWEETS THAT LOOK ROUND
Crunchy little bite
Blood sip - to keep him going
An energy shot
What did you have for breakfast? Bitch Flakes?
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
strange, spiky pieces of
Who peed in your cheerios?
You are offered a piece of bread and butter that feels like a damp handkerchief and sometimes, when cucumber is added to it, like a wet one.
ORANGE MARMALADE',
My little cup brims with tiddles.
Peppermint swirled into my nostrils, sharp as glass, then raspberry almost to sweet, like too-ripe fruit. Apple, crisp and pure. Nuts, buttery, warm, earthy
stuff and nonsense
Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!
If you're bored tonight why don't you write down everything that comes to mind when you hear the word toothpaste?
A fine silver rain, like cobwebs falling.
Giddy grasshopper
Take care ... do not leap and crush
These pearls of dewdrop
a bag of wet farts. But
Kettle thingies. Yum.
Tears. They're like seeds in a watermelon. Good for spitting out.
mushroom pie stuffed with spinach, thyme, and currants.
With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.
A Spoon swoon, if you will.
Tarts and tadpoles!...The boy is still alive!
Spurting out like formula from a colicky baby's mouth, drops ejected from boiled frosting boiling, preliminary spurts from Old Faithful before the earthquake.
With whipped cream on top. And goddamn sprinkles. I discovered I don't like sharing my pie, especially with whipped cream and sprinkles. Because once it's gone, it's gone. And then I have to bake a new pie. A new me. Sonofabitch. Nothing scares me more than change, evolution.
Pony eyed the pitcher of hot fudge sauce Nellie had placed on the table. "And if you pass that pitcher, I will reveal a nugget of information that will please you and instantly return me to your good goddess graces."
Nellie pushed the pitcher forward. "Spill. Not the fudge sauce. The info.
What the ever-loving fuck was a cuddle puddle?
Brownies and a condom.
My guilty pleasure is Flamin' Hot Cheetos.
Who spit in your porridge?
The Sugar Frosted Nutsack is dizzyingly brilliant. Mark Leyner is a hyperkinetic shaman, who flies the banner of rum and candy and writes like a one-eyed feral bandit. His new book is supremely original, delirious and synapse-shattering.
Glittering news chips in men's sideburns and women with braided microfilament glo-strands stepping around me, laughing with silver lipsticks. Kaleidoscope streets: lights and traffic and dust and coal diesel exhaust. Muddy and wet.
I am not plain, or average or - God forbid - vanilla. I am peanut butter rocky road with multicolored sprinkles, hot fudge and a cherry on top.
What is [insert name here]? Does it taste good?
Salt! Salt! And grease! Greee-suh!"Ax
When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?
Strawberries and Sophie. Ummmmmm, better than strawberries and cream.
The perfect beauty of the pattern that each raindrop makes as it joins its puddle.
I'm having a cheeseburger," Anna said. "With fries smothered in vinegar and salt."
"I told you I wouldn't kiss you again. You don't have to poison your mouth."
"Very funny. What are you having?"
"Something with onions and garlic.
I'm a huge fan of Cheetos.
A splendour of miscellaneous spirits.
What's in that pipe that he's smoking?
You know what really fries my Puerto rican pancakes?
Soft, sweet things with a lot of fancy dressing - that's what a little boy loves to eat and a grown man prefers to marry.
wankers snorting
Sugar flake that, yo. Snap, crackle, pop.
Wet catkins fur the twigs of a willow.
red-hot fireflies
I sprinkled brown sugar onto my porridge and watched it melt into sickly golden pools.
It was midsummer, but fresh water from the gasping sprinklers made the lawn glitter like spring.
Broken glass. It's just like glitter, isn't it?
I like to rub Twinkies under my arms.
Raw, gentle, and easy, it mizzled out of the high air, a special elixir, tasting of spells and stars and air, carrying a peppery dust in it, and moving like a rare light sherry on his tongue. Rain.
I've got it all in here ultra violets, flying saucers, strawberry bootlace come on get involved..
the way the dew sparkled as if a careless hand had spilled a thousand translucent gemstones on the lush green blades
The evening sky was awash with peach, apricot, cream: tender little ice-cream clouds in a wide orange sky.
I visit the orchards of God and look at the spheric product
And look at quintillions ripened, and look at quintillions green.
She were forced to describe it, she would say that it tasted exactly like squirrel: fuzzy, damp, slightly nutty. Have you lost your
out of my way cakesniffers
Her hair smelled like poisonous cupcakes.
Me and Frosted went to get a drink.
But she ordered somethin' bugged, and I ain't know what to think.
She ordered potassium, calcium,
Carbohydrate, scotch with sodium.
She took me to her crib, threw me on the couch ...
I woke up the next morning with a spoon in my mouth.
BRANDON: How about caramel popcorn balls? Yummy too! NIKKI: Popcorn balls?! Are you kidding me? Sounds way too complicated! BRANDON: Nope. Super EZ! Even I can make them and I'm a cruddy cook. I made some last night. NIKKI:
I'm trying to think of the last time I had onions.
Things, even people have a way of leaking into each other like flavours when you cook.
Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with
Whoever invented the spork should be killed.
Death by creaming
White on rice. Green on grass. Sheets on a bed. Him on her.
That was like throwing three pickled onions into a thimble!
Knocking the shrieking goblins aside like skittles
And the drops of rain. They are delicate, at first, their splashes graceful against pavement. Soon, though, the soft patter grows into a furious storm.
What are their names? Psycho and Killer?"
He shook his head. "Cupcake and Twinkie."
My mouth dropped open. "You're kidding."
A grin flitted across his lips. "Afraid not."
If naming them after dessert snacks had been Miss Marva's attempt to make them seem cute, it wasn't working.
Desserts. I ordered banoffee pie.
Cheesecake. Are you shitting me? Who invented that? Probably Jesus of Nazareth. Or maybe Louis Pasteur. It makes me physically sick to think that Barack Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize, yet the name of the inventor of cheesecake isn't tattooed on Dick Cheney's face.
Pick 'treat'. Please, for the love of God, pick 'treat'. -Trick
Scoops of mint ice cream with chips of chocolate cows.
Ralph Waldo Pickle Chips! I don't know him.
The eggs taste like clouds. Like spun gold.
Cornbread!" he screamed. "CHICKEN!" the crowd responded. "Rice!" "PEAS!" And then, all together: "WE GOT HIGHER S-A-Ts.
There was a sliding noise and a tinkle exactly like the tinkle a spoon makes when it's put back among the other spoons, who have missed it and are anxious to hear its tales of life among the frighteningly pointy people.
You're very welcome, Nina Zenik. You may repay me in the customary way." "Waffles?" "Lots of them.
Scatter as a prayer
escaping my lips...
as orchids
blooming in clouds.
Maddie took the top of her egg off. The hot bright yolk was like summer sun breaking through cloud. The first daffodil in the snow. A gold sovereign wrapped in a white silk handkerchief. She dipped her spoon in it and licked it.
sputtered and then
What precious drops are those, Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?