When the lady with an oxygenated brain lasts the (very) longest(, still) – a peripheral vision to get (ITSELF) (immediately) the fuck/Hell outta (t)here again…Clear these/those spiderweb-tears, pl-ease!! Our dearest, deathly Delilah. With her haranguing and audible arms terrifically intertwined, both inexorably inter-twisted. A MIRACULOUS feat to say the very least
To magnificently manage at facing her UNASSAILABLE both utterly unattainable Dead DemonsWhen their WRECKING-BALL red blood meets with inordinate levels of RECKLESS endeavourPut artificially back UPon = The inescapable weight of her favourite-best=pain. Savedbythenameof the flame.
We do blame a stray B&H, it flickers East