Inscrutable pageantries of absurdity written in penis dribble.
An underlying panic saturates the words.
To disburden one's self of thoughts, with an ear for earthy phrasing. Carefully-lit delusions of honesty serve you well. Not a hint of performance. I checked the cupboard: Devoid of actionable answers. Befuddlement. Dogged with deep, resonant regret.
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.
