Immersed in envious folklore they shall typically adore-/. Just how long it might and may take.. for the tales of tWiSteD deceit to, ahem, find HER own feet. We were dancing at TheDeathofTheMidnightDisco— “when they
Thought about altering the time of their life to suit these heavily pressed dreams.” We were dramatic at acting and acting like dRaMatiCalLy awRy dance floor little maggots when..
The location, The Predator’s pen: started at stating its own damnThing(s) again(.) How it will take a down and out aNoMalY to The Place of
… deceptively incomparable altruistic Awareness(.) “and they sped to the very next train(ing) of thought and thought.. … about dedicating their minds
to the style and typeset of thing which nEARLY everyone-else can.. sing.” ScintilLATEd superheroes with not a care but for.. that utter invaluable necessity to
Stake all of their claims when they know deep
Down, shame OUTWEIGHS shame, that there was never really anything AT-ALL to Lose – loosely speaking – but for their
Aforesaid minds. Blinded and set againsttheBrAiN to pUlsaTe precariously.. “we see what they did there, and it isn’t even a quantifiable thing(?) except for the fACT that
—- “of mice and men, these typified and sterling-faced little StraNgerS… they will pen again.” With sarcasm in their minds and a Brain meant for ParaDICE… .