We dunno if they want something or nothing or anything at all. It’s notoriously unknown.. just how(??) bright eyed we became whenever —
“They sought our secondary state.” There are tentative people with brilliance of mind who canNOT find the scrummage of time
To take their breathless hearts away and IN again, and yet “she ended-UP kicking herself in the pretty little bespectacled face to tell the time right now.” It’s.. utterly predatory and a crucial lack of respect which seems to scream at the core = as we
Disrupt our own state of onomatopoeia/ mental people shall have all of the sellout laughs, they shall all of em—-
Earn something worth everything TO THEMSELVES again even when “we feel n-o-t-h-i-n-g at all ELSE. We are trembling at the very core of our irreparably bleak beings and we seem to’ve
Lost our innate ability to take wrecking ~ball respite from ANYTHING OR where else(??)” There were disgustingly idiotic people with sticky toffee moods ON THEIR MIND which they will take to their grave… as they
Dominate their state of utter turmoil. If there ARE a billion more words and a million other levels of UTTER literary enthusiasm Of Angle then maybe we might be able
To finally reach ——— -> for the icing on that upside down cake. Some Day , or maybe : “they were built to be BrokEn… .”
