They and we – both – had been achingly acting like: “endlessly atrophied somebodies and earning their truest trUSt anyway.”
It’s even remotely interested in its own disinterest actually: “these flabbergasted people of purely prioritised eyes and mind.”
If there WERE in fact wAyS to say another thing in a billion lesser nuanced ways then so be it: eagerly anticipating its own state of hardwired FATE(!)
FullON and fucksAke bewildered for its repetitively idiosyncratic worth. They appear bed ridden and bedraggled from ear to ear = head to toe and this fear holds its own compLete and comatose set of sacrificial understandings. If we
Really Wanna stART to eagerly rely on the state of worshipped bliss then we might just need to — “fabricate from nowhere else these BrandNewIdiosyncratic Happenings.” When it wasn’t in fact even for US to SINg at all actually, but rather their forever OverTheTop= DetailedIndulgences that sent
Us back to upside down BeD (again)(.) and with MANy a manly AND maniCURED fACE (set in place) to trace
Our memory’s BEST bestial steps
