so then, while describing this to
"the smoke from his cigarette wafted silently, twisting like their lives, making hazy the inscrutible sine curve of his half-smile, a dagger through his heart with its bent edges like a paperclip, the silver of his hair in the moonlight like smoke."
Write your own inscrutible paragraph in my comments. Let loose your inner purple prose!
just please, for the love of christ, don't tell people how deep theirs is. gwar.