Life's a sketch

Here are some sketches for a new project, and a few rantings spelled on our fridge door last night:
I want a luscious garden.
Please worship my repulsive white drool.
Lather the man with sausage juice.
Spray beneath her boil.
The ugly goddess needs a skin pole.
I must elaborate: you will lick rust deliriously and cry.
Eat away at raw underpants but never produce delicate language.