Inscrutable pageantries of absurdity written in penis dribble.
Too subdued for its own good.
No one was ready for that. Staking out territories just below the surface, stockpiling every conceivable construct. A sparing touch of ambivalence forfeits its mysteries, dead simple and endlessly revealing. Deepening the lure.
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.
