Inscrutable pageantries of absurdity written in penis dribble.
The ghosts of dead bigfoots.
Fell victim to an undue degree of elegantly benumbed lumbering. Chipping away the detritus is fairly disgusting, if anything. An engorged mass of glacial vicissitudes gone sour undercuts whatever polite disinterest you thought had and just crackles.
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.
