It’s a softly suggestion; a moment of momentous and maneuverable moment.. when almost every NEXT(!) SINGle l-i-t-t-l-e thing begins to B-E-G ITSELF to s-l-o-w (the ****)
N NOW, and to the p.o.i.n.t. of SHUDDER-SPEED concentrations and ALL other finely-both-finALLy engrossing things: they’ve EVEN been c-o-u-n-t-i-n-g down the w-h-i-t-t-l-i-n-g away of DEMANDING hours and the minutiae AND DaNcInG detail of (derailment) minutes AND(!) at pARTicularly pecuLIAR(!?) pACE(.)

With their word-of-wit st-ILL withSTANDING all otHER outlandishly barbaric thoughts of agonised and WASTEFUL overthinking again…

their artisTIC fACE$ set to remain unequivocALLy blessed by the touch of the scheming, SCREAMING, welterWAIT Sun

UP someWHERE, though(?) Someone appears to have been tanning themselves and to the point of over-ambitious OVEREXPOSURE

Searching for that taste of utterly perfectionism again… ONLY in-so-far as their brain just DOES NOT C-A-R-E anymore

Uproarious but it can go **** itself and to the b-o-n-e-s of its a-l-a-r-m-i-f-i-e-d being – no more false, fAkE and irrational news, please

Theirs are the bReAtHeS that deserve to be s-e-t-t-l-e-d: more than anyone else’s, actually