It’s about as penny pinching as it mother bloody well gets; they were all of them wrapped UP in “enough NOW!!” nose diving cocaine and NOT asking: “for DivineIntervention, please(!)” Of it all, if we needed to take a look at the situation in undeniable fast forwarding of paused PER CHANCE hindsight actually… then
That’s what we won’t ******g do, not even for a mere EAGER SPLIT second of our
Hereditary time. It’s been really good and really great at calling it all what it isn’t indeed.
And if we really, LIKE.. really ******g need to explain the whole entire other mother effin* landscape of utter IN+capable escapism inside of our heads then we will
Hit the mother feckin roof enough times now…
To end UP smashing through A Thousand Floors Of The Tallest Building… ahem, Available in this Bojangles Ballroom Called Universal Delirium. “We danced in UpsIde dOwN AwE with the thoughts that took us — to that other place of
Exhausting BewIldEr because We Had To. “So, bare with us please: “for we are about to lock-in a million billion brand new memories and for the price of
Under-excited OCD… .” Yup… it’s a mother fucking UTTER AnOmaly, “and neither can we even begin to figure what the **** happened to our holy sh!T heads.” Except for the fact that art asked:
“For all of us back.”
