Inscrutable pageantries of absurdity written in penis dribble.
Savoring small amusements.
That's none of your business so stop bringing it up, inner voice. Dwelling on diseased underbellies of undeserved diversions perpetuates momentum and communicates mystiques, methodically dispatched with mechanical persistence.
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.
