When a. Canvas cannot… understand its own state of steadyfaced bliss, its kiss against the corners of credibly succinct creation… its
Unerring way with an unmatched society OF UNSPECTACULAR EVENTS, actually. They’ve miraculously wiped-it-all-away… ANYWAY… and made make-relief-happen inroads happen= “endlessly?” Subtle at specified secondary tOUCH(!) and unable {TO ALLOW} for anyone else right now and About To ACT: “immediately!!” // they REALly shall
Contemplate the corneringIN CONtemplation of being completely complicit to the state of r-E-v-E-r-B-e-R-a-T-I-n-g bliss, and if “she REALLY wanted for anything else {{related to a reckless reality}} then possibly she wished for — this
Cantankerous, Can’t Have It All, “Can We(??!)” Canvas to arch its (own) back and catch its own corners and curb its own utter ENTHUSIASM(.)” Wildly overambitious and UTTERly OTT. unaware, we
“Want to entrap ourselves purPOSEly AND -FULLY in this pragmatic And PlagIarised process of procedural significance plEASE.” And if it really isn’t easy then it’ll definitely need to be
“Aforementioned-immediately.” As we’ve been eagerly working with the insides of our lopsided brains to make sense a SECONDARY, even tertiary, thing… … … .
