Inscrutable pageantries of absurdity written in penis dribble.
To say nothing of those lost in the fray.
Traipsing through time, on a secret mission to murder the universe. Just enough so everything stays exactly as they were. The ticklish part is, you need to forget the things you want to forget. One day you will understand it for what it is. Bloody cheek.
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.
