Placed wristwatches at the reckless and ready – for these chosen, sworn-in artists who were about to wreak a most sensuous aside aided right by the timeless classics
 
These wound-up, whip-smart options which have been avidly attempting to make traversal sense yet again
Just minus aforementioned agonising click-clock/tick-tock… this mere and eager-faced, outlandishly thankless time upon an upside lopsided Earth
Way out where… Who knows, though, but to despair and to fail to fully repair!? They touch-to-taste it all and it’s matter of fact living, seething, Barenaked actuality, pl=ease!!
 
Release these bothering demonic spirits which colloquially do be sensationally both cloak -‘n dagger-swaggering themselves just so preciously much…
 
Over-adultering, rhapsodically replicating and double-standard dousing them altogether (OUT-TO-GET-HER) dutifully deluded selves
To the imperfectly prefectorial extent
 
Simply meant to matter only ever so suddenly soon as when they began to become the alphabetical becamement of these seriously/serially treasured gifts only ever of course
Not
One Single Word
 
Only soaring and so very mothereffing Soft, soft, softly set against…
To the harshest touch known both going
Of a stinging, singing, staring, standing upright and decidedly straight dishevelled aside dislocated easel
 
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her abstract and triangular face, opportunistically please — wherein these sprinting, meandering, oft-than-not hopscotching evil demonic instruments do be about to flicker -‘n fight
For the wait both weight of their fickle most flaaaaame
F
A
M
E
And they knew exactly where they were til now