These soirées, these endlessly preferential stories which seem to cease to please anyone else anymore… broken-down, battle-back yawns of dappled dawn, wherein these riotously residential/residual people will drunkenly remain/diagnose themselves unnaturally inebriated this particular time.
And a fighting-fit man shall nocturnally stand – still Ill, and delightfully, both downright alarmingly alongside of …
Just another such enigmatic person: namely this uPpEr-ClAsS and existential lady, wherein … … ..All parts of she are delicately dedicated, both deliciously decimated at being … …
A trembling artiste who (absolutely) can, and shall, dare to stare and care … only ever up UNTIL… She … … amiably ran the trail of her manicured and mischievous fingernails til wrapped-right-roundabout aforementioned man’s … … …
Unenriched and underprivileged pain — “Again, pl-EASE!”