We probably literally didn’t get the notice board filled with instilling rules. We probably didn’t even wait for the battery to die inside of our eyes before yet again reckoning ourselves in(SIDE OUT AGAIN). It’s likely we’ve seen the people with their patchwork glasses and carrying around these note pads filled with
Uncertain determinations. We’ve been scribbling about a million classless poem pieces all awhile acting = aching to misbehave like these people of purely sophisticated intelligences.
There were an incalculable number of persons sitting at that exact same tABLE and unable utterly + to emote anything other than —
A billion miles per minute thoughts of TeTrIsLIKE uncertainty. It’s a valiant disaster, ABSOLUTELY, and she’s been
Dragging torsos THRU~~ the concrete to meet the makers at the middle of “HOW. THE. FUCK. DID. SHE. EVEN. GET. HERE. ANYWAY?!!!” We don’t even MEAN to sound ceaselessly contrived but we’ve to slow it all down to
Allow for that upset and utter demonstrationINbleedFR€€ bewilder to eventually take ACHINGLY idiosyncratic shAPE. And how was this done? But by…
“Simultaneously dying and Smiling A Thousand TimEs {{too many}}”
That yo-yo effect TRADE OFF between mind and matter = that made ART their mother fucking heARTbeat
