We didn’t even mean to be mean and make-believe people. Don’t even know how-on-earth THE HOURS ON EARTH
++ turn the trust-of-word into a game of literary Tetris please. “We’ve ++ ended up alienating our best selves from the rest of these also-cans, even been
Causing the world to RECALL, recoil, and crawl inside of our highly violated and insistent imaginations again.” It’s (a) very visceral (thing) indeed and, yet, she’s ++ being as beautiful as she can barbarically manage anyway.
“What happens next isn’t (even) the final step… the final straw, Y’All, but… just much, MUCH more than that seen-to’ve-been inescapable thing.”
We won’t really enjoy doing all of the damn-blasted DOdginG-abOuT-thE-plACe (again) and certainly not WHEN… AND IF: “she eventually starts to unequivocally understand…
The hardwired mannerisms which swim inside of A StayAway StranGerS bRa!N: and strangled into total delirium, plEASE.” We think of the things that entice everyBODY and absolutely NOBODY ELSE actually.
“Yes… FUCKIN’ HELL, they do and did AND WILL _________ delve
To a point of purely permitted idiosyncrasies. She’s ++ a vagabond_desire with
Knockout-eyes and a hot-wired imagination ( and they just might like to
+++ ask her: Where The ***K her livid, seething entitlements went?” Up-in-smoke like a chokehold like no other and, yet, she still smoulders: that black, white, and tarred-in-GOLD disaster that HAS-TO mAttEr
