They tend to know their own state of dishevelled mErRiMeNt and in a MOST nocTURNally befitting instance
Of instantaneoUS marvelosity and ALL kinds of other recreational and sent-from-AbOvE(or even rather the sEeThInG UNDER-beneath) – fuckK(NO)ws.
As we officially appear to have lost our OWN train-of-THANKLESS-thought, thank… GoD(!!?) HELL NO.
To meet (wit)h their very own singular sense of… wide awake magnetisation.. of said aforeMENTIONED MiGhToFMiNd:
One of a ‘kind’ & (hardly EVER) c-a-l-l-i-n-g OUT OUR ReVeRbErAtInG names, someHOW! “Shame?”
WHO CARES how these peripheral peOPle caress their own bRAinS 🤷♂️
Only… some times, and SOME-such-WIDE/EYED Town SHALL ever decide
to shake ‘em ALL Down to their trembling kNeEs- T-I-M-E-S TEN… T-I-M-E-S “please, forgive me!”
For the shape of his NeGaTiVe and accidentally on purPose sins, in-deed..
& precautiously PROCEED
To press them righteoUSlyAgainst: our beating, StAyAWHILE heARTS a fair while… … “Just. Fucking. Smile” 😀
Til it ALL merrily Lends itself UNOFFICIALLY toward… tHIS ultimate and unforgivable feeling
— of tWiStEd and Bliss-InStIlLeD
Creativity. This is meant to be whatever we choose it to have been since the PAINSTAKING BEGinning