A million, pl-ease, make it all visually care and matter, as though universally announced midst direly begotten necessity for artistic re-awareness

These hopscotching, misery-laden people who do direly care, so it appears to be – a falsely lit dawning swims eagerly with-in their encyclopedically ambidelicious, both – dextrous souls… more!!! Of the very same sane thing, please!!

Only now and forever we must hold their stop-start hearts vehemently enthused and furthermore against… …

Our very own stop-start SOULS.