| tragical poet | |
| detective | |
| hobo | |
| censor | |
| gravedigger | |
| part-time opera sales manager, part-time nomadic tribesperson |
| playing "The Sims" | |
| skeet shooting | |
| dueling and gambling by the river | |
| vacuuming my face | |
| grumbling and being unpleasant | |
| going for a swim |
| unripe raw olives | |
| Gallo wine, baked beans, and hot dog chunks | |
| Scones and biscotti | |
| Hallucinogenic mushrooms | |
| revenge, served cold | |
| I am tired of all the kinds of dinners I know about |
| dolphin | |
| parrot | |
| cat | |
| horse | |
| flying, human-devouring behemoth |
| post-communist kleptocracy | |
| sacrificial philosopher-king | |
| bourgeois erotopia | |
| polyarchy | |
| should be settable from a pull-down menu | |
| I despise all the governmental forms that I know about |
| water beds | |
| frequent natural disasters | |
| book binderies growing out of the ground | |
| a very sensitive AI | |
| drug-induced sexual euphoria |
| the accumulation of surplus | |
| change | |
| high expectations | |
| stasis | |
| certainty | |
| lack of good advice |