They did design something utterly and redundant of themselves, they even acted as if: rather rhapsodically resplendent and high on life, actually. It’s a mimicry of a mostly enigmatic masterpiece and she
Tattooed the words of the worrisome world to her body:: BolstereD with BLACK, she takes… none of this back.
Not a mere eager
Minute
It’s… a meander of thought, through from this to that.. “to ME to YOU”…. to another set of circumstantial rules.
Four fingers to the wide world and she’s been COMFORTABLY sitting with the other thumb stuck in her chattering, Mile a Minute GOB. “Oh, but she shall…
hold her ink ridden fingers and twist them all into a problematic and pUlSaTinG fist —
And if a-n-y-o-n-e needs to see what she feels then – to us and as far as we aren’t concerned – they n-e-e-d-e-d to step inside of a beautiful dayDreAm and scream ——->> “at a pace of purely red ribboned information over LOAD(!)”
They will stifle to stall and eventually stroll… … … past a thousand other mesmerised souls, whilst the other many mUltiple billions of People Do that very same thing
• Only with their flesh laden fists equally embedded…. somePLACE mysteriously self-sacrificial indeed. And if it is a game then we win without pondering a Thing
