The hounds and the horses have been taking their time now, been bleeding their wired eyes mindless and dry: “oh, Why? Have we not witnessed these kinds of differing pEoPle and PeRSonAliTieS before: all eyes, all MinDs, ALL OF THESE WIDEAWAKE(!!) smiles everlasting and righteously realigned.”
Acting the absolute maggot on utterly purpose, actually, and passionately instilling this sense of humour and momentary happiness —-
“Is all that it ever was. When a stolen moment becomes a place becomes a tangible thing… as these people separate their pursed lips again… and start to sing
