That’s called amalgamation, called outright utter fusillade-frustration: the time it takes to boil a vaudevillian brain is,
Decidedly, good and nice and…
optically, a delusional illusion.
It’s a hopscotch of word, a repetitive mismatch,
A Scratch that itches itself and to the penetrative point of peripheral persuasion. It’s called… an eight-hour overlay spacing itself out to ten decadezzzzzzzz … 😴
It’s… basically?!) “A glitch in overthinking which landed “perfection-seeking” on a level so layabout, lethargic and Neanderthal that their normal mind$” —
Minded to much about every other minutiae detail and UTTERLY(!!) against its EVERY will… ..
“They breathe and break the cycle though?!”
Debatable, “holy shit.” Explaining the inexplicable; overthinking the overthinking: she dreams of IT shrinking to the smallest size of a pea-sized graphic design…
“Her amalgamation of mInD?!”
