Inscrutable pageantries of absurdity written in penis dribble.
The way with which they approach.
Dancing with nuance, the lingering agonies of a prefabricated persecution complex forsake the material plane, distracted by shiny objects. Self-replenishing, lushly underimagined. A manufactured uncertainty makes pleasantries and settles in.
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.
