Inscrutable pageantries of absurdity written in penis dribble.
A bee in your bonnet.
You live with the results. By turns quotidian and callow, the dull ache of disenchantment enlivens the cloistered environs. A soothing whiskey burn spills forth. Slim, self-assured, erotically-charged. Acting up a storm and baffling their malice.
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.
