Inscrutable pageantries of absurdity written in penis dribble.
Waiting for the perfect scenario.
Unreasonable amounts of unmet expectations at the very minimum. Belied by suspicious twinges of would-be calamities curdling in your tummy. Atomizing immediate excitements. By the numbers, with smiling ease. Leaving no impression.
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.
