Inscrutable pageantries of absurdity written in penis dribble.
As much as you're comfortable with.
Lusciously deployed layers of throwaway material flying off the shelves. Counterproductive at best. Romanticized with due diligence. Overly familiar sensations of dissatisfaction adopt subdued tones, though it's hard to say why.
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.
