(When) Her dream DRAMATICALLY set (to) seed = we won’t wanna interrupt anymore our own… sorts-a soiréeTASTIC people actually. IF THEY REALLY wanna
Play the eagerly piano like a paired down bunch of punch drunk inebriates then so be they bothered to the artistic brim of their
“Hard and harshly happy beings.” We really (don’t) wanna take them someplace upside down and UnIqUely surREAL actually –
YEAH, it’s a plan hatched between these hella happy PeopLe(!..!) of persuasive intellects indeed.
“Whenever we cry with deafeningly LOUD(!!) pink daffodils in our ears, actually, where we used to listen to them sPEAK ALL TOO willingly, that’s the time
For yet another love (disinterest) altogether to get itself miraculously back.” Why won’t they, though,
“Ponder a thousand&ten equally stupid things whil$t the (rest of this progressive) room assumes an upstanding repositioning again?”
When we do cuss and act affably like UpsIdeDown fools: who wouldn’t dare themselves to ever rush in again!
Those effing and blinding, recoiling-to-pointlessly-remind-us-all imbeciles with their BINoculars cello-taped to their eagerly MISCHIEVOUS windowsills.
She is still… “and he is wiping away the taste of tear-laden industriousness actually, a surefire must for their minds to finally find =
everything to’ve been A Little Big Bit Utterly Spilt In Liquid Red Ribbons and BEGGING ITSELF TO inevitably ====•>> SW!M(…)”
