They seem to deem us these irreparably gorgeous people of invaluable and ~calculable comprehensions. There’s an interesting
Ultimatum in them ALL and it will tUrN its (OWN) TRANSGRESSION-of~thought into troublesome wIldfIrE if needs NOT be… thoughts n all, “she knows that we can care too much about ZERO and zilch sometimes, it’s fine
~~ to break the line:: and at serious and high end pACE.” The draaaaag it all back… to happening HAPPENstance::: and if they really did n-e-e-d to snigger on amongst and AMIDST themselves and like a bunch of good ‘Ol hunch-ridden egomaniacs then
“How’s about comically asking all of the right sorts of ought’ve been grotesquely inept QUESTIONS again.” Because there is this… strange little HARD-shouldered man OF EIGHTY-ONE-YEARS-YOUNG and STACKED upon a boxlike bicycle – one of an AbStrAcT kind, and it endlessly excites too him to have
Ably aNTiCiPaTEd his own posthumous FaMe.” Sitting and waiting… j-u-s-t like ThAt FunnyFaced Conundrum he’s rumoured to’ve been
