A fly in the effing ointment . “What we do is utterly imperceivable” .

When we sat and watched our tick tickingTock… brains make mediocre sense of themselves again, and When(?) “we learned to MISS the point of behaving at a reasonable level

Of carefree iNsAnItY, ACTually.” Peripherally speaking we did indeed TweAk something in WE: however abrupt it may well SEEM. From the setUPonBEGinning(!)

Turning themselves Inside=OUT and AbrUPtly into hidden+FORBIDDEN, layabOUT(…) AlsoRans Was NOT in-fact A blast.. but rather this…

Heartbreakingly hEcTiC(!) endeavour— of endless and safeGuardedBliss. Touching+the+taste had never felt so very

Lacking in.. something. Perhaps, PERCHANCE… maybe even l-a-c-k-i-n-g in

Safeguarded selfDemeanour. They have ably well PENetrated The surface of faceFIRST, actual-fact aforesaid ENDeavOUR

As it’s simply happened and for so very exceedingly long a leeeeength of agonised+time— “dutiFULLY both disgustinglyDisguised(oh, Why(?!?)) by

Her upside down
Smile .” Which WILL always t-R-i-P aNd t-r-y for a FalTerEd SoRt oF a Laughter. As dafter things HAVE failed to happen