Inscrutable pageantries of absurdity written in penis dribble.
Chasing bloody streaks of quiet hysteria.
Grounded in details. Unguarded. Calmly impartial, with extreme delicacy. Candy-colored, freeze-dried, pulpified corpses of virile provocateurs never had it this good. A strong inner compass, all but impossible, well in excess.
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.
