Their feelings went from welter to feather to Full-On fucking HEAVIER than a thousand SiNkInG suns Up Somewhere/ as they precautionary prepared their softly soothed souls to suitably subMERGE and delicately situate themselves
At the epicentre of ANY given situation, even if, AND WHEN, it appears to be: Outlandishly overbearing and all sorts of
Credibly Unkindly CHao$ which can, and it W—I—L—L
Cause all of these peripheral catchment of prioritised pEoPle to ceaselessly converse with themSelves and to the painstaking point —
Of UTTERLY BEGINNING TO COMFORTABLY stART!
“At NEVER, NOT EVER(!!) undersTaNDiNg this wonderFULLY FUCKEDUP universe
Of theirs . Yes. The Art is In. The. Happening. And my god is the happening a mother fucking masterpeace
