The pre-rearrangement of, purely put… petrified Bliss. She’s been eagerly attempting to accentuate the utterly impossible (TO SOMEONE SOMEWHERE-else ANYWAY). She’s
(Even been) Taking bestialised breaths back-to-behemoth and borrowing from bristled lips as well as anyone-else shall and CAN’t and couldn’t-both-should!! – get to cripple and create… sedate AND repeat.. “the hocus, AhEM, focUS effect of automatic order inside of her Holocaust HEAD.” WE’ve literally been
Star-gazing like good-gawd-wannabes OF PILE-HIGH AWARENESS and minding our utter own beeswax OF BUSINESS and, TAXING AS IT ALL IS, repeat-replenishing, yet again, our (OWN) sense of “silenced MadNeSs”.
