They’ve not asked themselves so very many maniacal… answers anymore, actually(.) Haven’t EVEN been thinking in a straight-and-meandering line, indeed(they DO seem to set-the-scene…
of open-ended alchemy amidst this…)
DIRE, dire…
They do indeed appear utterly impossibly uNiqUe and they DO ACTUALLY seem
To have altered.. everyTHING, actually; EVEN having brOUGHT their weight-of-mInD back to THAT purposeFULLY placid, a-c-t-u-a-l-l-y, place… ……
Yes. The psychobabble of a homestead masterpiece in-FACT, it LIES derogatory and DEFINITIVELY this fictional tale (of ours, actually) which tended to TELL a sting-in-the-tail ALL on its own…
these…
We are talking here about a brushed and bruised briefly butterfly that will speak its own set of mind. Miniature and monitored to be minutiae albeit ultimately.. this homeSPUN…
They’re talking about ruling-the-roost for all of an endless early-am. Broken-hearted and mysterious and a-c-t-i-n-g.. perilously brand-new AND IMPROVISED again.. they’ve even fastened their wideAWAKE, THUMP-OUT-LOUD heARTStrINgS To The…
It’s this thing of utterly incremental and identifiable resilience across the boards of belated believers actually. It’s been coming and at a pace of
Something… maybe otherworldly(!?) Who knows, and…
Utterly brilliant and intact is her very best sense of momentary delight; just fuksake frightful with WHAT she will be ably able to archive AND
Achieve: with her tired eYe…
Theirs is the broken-down and battered, BATTLEHARDENED masterpiece that NEEDS TO BE: comfortably underSTOOD NOW; for its wonderfully dishevelled state
Of absolutely irretrievable brilliance/ as one agitated artist will -…
It is an utterly oversteered, OVERsTrEwN opinion and these typically rambunctious AND lambasted peOpLe seem to want to REALLY guide their disguisement of eyes—-
Away from everybody else and their…
There is a mystery in them-there absolute meandering of masterpieces- a scintilLATEd sense that its ALL-OF-IT been… this late AND, thereFORE, belated LATE-NIGHT ENDEAVOUR:
As an avid Artist stARTS to…
They’ve been in-love with the ramshackle state-of-affairs a fair while now, whilst their lopsided smiles get brought back
To life and that OTHER pretty little plACE of distinguished bLiS$: it…
1)A pink moon. A little bruise- a broken-down, UP-and-ABOUT(!!) masterPEACE of will…
2)They, WON’T they, though(?!) Open=UP their tired and wIrEd (right NOW…) mInD$…
3)… to authoritatively G-A-I-N that secondarysense: of…
There is a roar inside of their eyes and. It seems to feel. A whole lot like… anything else that can AND WILL… Will itself to happen. Again, via…
They have certainly bridged the difference between being these differential people of utter indifference. They even appear to have been openly engaging and, YET… for helter-skelters sake (of sworn-IN…
The last person who they want to think about again is their merry old selves beCAUSE… the silenced sound is far nicer as they whistle and wHiTtLe away
This need to utterly understand has appeared to have escaped their necessity of brain. Trained now and to the core of its restored being: and it has been
Bleeding at…
You have literally poured every single feeling that comes with the disorder into your scribbles. It’s not poetry, not for a mere eager second actually. You’ve managed to scribble…
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