Inscrutable pageantries of absurdity written in penis dribble.
Thrown into sharp relief, turning outward.
A nefarious poontangler villainy assembled from scraps. Ceaselessly authoritative, ungracious, gutted and emptied. Oh, wow. . . looks like I organized my fondly mourned perceptual single-mindedness at the expense of erroneously invalidated misbelief again.
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.
