Frankly, once I've eaten a thing, I don't expect to see it again. — Vivian Stanshall Copy Share Image
Like the shock of fondling a raw sausage, blindfold, at a gay party ... — Vivian Stanshall Copy Share
A pale sun poked impudent marmalade fingers through the grizzled lattice glass, and sent the shadows scurrying, like convent girls menaced by a tramp. — Vivian Stanshall Copy Share
I'm not different for the sake of being different, only for the desperate sake of being myself. I can't join your gang: you'd think… — Vivian Stanshall Copy Share