They’ve witnessed the beginning of everything actually; they’ve even very nearly antagonised their own hearts on purpose, to utterly-both-jovially usurp something deep-down and secretively deserved within —
All of us, ACTually – a thousand such uttermost toasts…
An utter host of whiskey-and-vodka-fed cordiAL, ahem(!)… cocktails… …
For these derivative people of upside-down minds(this is, in-fact, a good thing.)
Who have juxtaposed their souls and on utter purpose, actually! Having purposely posed a most vainglory(sort of a good thing, too, it seems!) threat to some sense of a shy-eyed society:
we might like or hate them, or we may even-very-nearly loAtHe to LoVe tHem —-
But this is the thing; Give her the goddamn paintbrush; let him scribble away and to his heart’s battery of machine-like content
They were sent to creatively express most people’s best scripture… …
Bathed in the after-glow: Of locational dereliction, and it feels, for them? Incredibly real. Even if he’s had to peel his skin back together again to be here…
