What if, though, we broke undeniably even with his chaotic state of illFOUNDED AWARENESS? And what if, though, we went and entered our names in the Greatest, GREYEST GAME on EARTH of: “what the fuck happened to Manila McCarthy and her way with stirred-til-stubBORN words?” Was she really a happily has-SEEN, or were we all in-fact aching to make her act
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As if she really needed “MORE, please, of the SaMe.” When it’s not as if it’s been broken down into uniDENTifiable pieces ANYmore. She’s wary as hell about the state of a heaving heaven right now, and if
They really wanna portray the insides of their outer-ward intelligences THEN
|| they’ll need: “to ST!FFEN THEIR UPPER-L!P and creatiVelyCOMBINE= to COMPREHEND HOW TO—
cop the fuck on:: for themselves and try::: at blazing a trail anyway.” We won’t think of them again when our minds fall unCONtrollably apart, and we won’t entice their break _even art
from their highly uNlikely minds unLESS—
“They spread their eager wings and say something that means literally NOTHING.” That same saNe, CrAzY kinda thing which will stifle a man of no REAL meaning! Even if: “he feels everything”
