Sometimes his mind meandered and waved itself away – til distant and indecipherable from anyone else. Their singular sense of nonsensical enjoyment with all these rather… … imaginatively rambunctious and electrifying things!

He is back where he wishes to belong again- inside the ‘Mildest of Times’. What he forever wishes to call his might-of-mind.

That enviously enlarged place of aforeMENTIONED distanced comfort of contrariness, wherein.. every little nuanced AND SILLY LITTLE thing DOES indeed manage to make

Suitable and SuGgEsTiVe sense of itSELF!

It always did

And it ALWAYS fucking will.

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