Inscrutable pageantries of absurdity written in penis dribble.
Shit-plague of deadlines mere hours away.
Brain about to crack to pieces. Eyeballs feel like they were poked with warm flasks of testicle mucus recreationally, in rapid succession. Empty and resentful, but you learn to keep moving forward. *puts more lipstick on pissy pig*
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.
