Nobody's ever commented about the length of my tongue.

Nobody would dare to mention my tongue in anything less than the most glowing terms. It can reroute mighty rivers with one lick, turn mountain ranges into gentle plains, carve deep gorges from the flattest of land. If it chooses, it can alter the entire space-time continuum with a simple ululation.

Ibid] Watch it sunshine, your ululations have just emptied my kidney shaped swimming pool.

Midnight velvet is the new black.

Cyan does not exist. It is a pigment of the imagination.