Inscrutable pageantries of absurdity written in penis dribble.
Not even worth the effort.
Becrippled with bruised detachment, dismantling the cruel logic of broken things. Nothing to crow about. No affinity to speak of. Festering sores and wayward longings find their natural resting place. Just to give you an idea how little I care.
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.
