If we did this then we did it spurred-on and spaced-out by our fighting fIsTs. It’s just gonna be like this whole hectic thing again only when he still appears
To turn his whole brain down now, “please.” It’s… hella Significant that She doesn’t do the damn blasted worst thing in the world and that she sees another way of
Tending to her own truest thoughts now. Saving herself for the preparatory parade to all and Monday-through-Sunday she suffers from a film-reel idyllic kind of aNxIeTy actually, and it won’t automatically turn itself OFF soft to the tethered touch
Like a million versions of herself always dreamed of. And if they really crave yet another bottle of WhIskEy-as wise as can be(!!) then the daftA$$ bArtenDer is gonna have to —-
Set the blade of his late-night-PREcautionary Knife.. againstHer gutturalParade.
