Inscrutable pageantries of absurdity written in penis dribble.
The relative merits run aground.
It was a good idea at the time. Wretched chasms of roughed-up repression reflecting unseen horrors. Creeping swarms of half-remembered regrets. The elaborate theatricality unravels from within. Brace yourself. A wild compulsion appears.
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.
