Inscrutable pageantries of absurdity written in penis dribble.
Vexed and beset with disgust.
A low-intensity dispersal of languid blandishments dying in agony. Spirit-puncturing wedge issues are hardly earth-shattering. The pleasure of losing control ennobles lengthy, nonsensical incoherence that only your shirtless imaginary loved ones can appreciate.
Humorless curmudgeon. Dandy, vagabond, sexpot to the hilt. A carefully considered complexity creaking under the weight of cutesy heartsick coos and disfigured jelly dongs carousing the delicate swarms of dream-logic ganglia or whatever.
