Duped into believing in something utterly incorrect they’ve lifted themselves UP and ceased to exist: inside of peripheral people’s minds. She’s slipping atop of enough banana skins to send herself

Mightily meandering. We’ve said these things a thousand times back to our very own scintillated ears and brought disinterest with us anyway. She’s chasing shadows and narrowing the way to the top of tipsy-ness please. We’ve criticised the size of our instrumental minds enough times and made

Every little next bit of our youthful voices help these pourings of people that cannot afford to stay the deafening distance ever again. “She’s been very sure, indeed, about planting the seed and breathing deliriously -anyway- amidst these endless vessels of ceaseless passion, please.”