Inscrutable pageantries of absurdity written in penis dribble.
Like a drugged-up unicorn in heat.
I guess I'm just not a nice person. An odd bubble of raggedly detached spontaneity and pulsing shards of hard-bitten, frosty obsessiveness. The trick is to find the puzzle pieces that fit together, making the most of a moment's notice.
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.
