Inscrutable pageantries of absurdity written in penis dribble.
Performing unnatural acts of friendliness.
Typed and edited a 125-page English translation of an Italian opera for some hottie who barely knows I exist. In complete upheaval. Bleak human condition sends everything into a tailspin, enough to make your head swim. Yawning pit of anguishhhh.
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.
