Inscrutable pageantries of absurdity written in penis dribble.
The prowling uniformity of our lives.
Fall in or fall out. It's strange the things we do, further down the "rendered utterly irrelevant" road. Stifling deep-delving recreational bloodbaths that end in yet another smoldering wreck, festively perceived at a distance. Strange, I tell you.
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.
