Inscrutable pageantries of absurdity written in penis dribble.
Let me disagree with you slightly.
That's part of the fun. Avowedly eroticized dissimilarities set your teeth on edge. Wasting no time, purposeful, workmanlike. A careening overloaded world of ideas choreographed by hand, with a calm thoughtful gravity of its own invention.
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.
