When the fatigue of a fast-track masterpiece plays its own case of cards== they’ve been taken to tASK and vehemently asked..
Bout the state of being:: utterly… overcome with mother effing OcD, that distancing and dIshevellinG thing which
Itches its own mother fucking scratch. If there is an endgame in there then she will have to manage at situating herself to sit
Marvellously both mesmerisingly still.. “these.. properly pills:: they do seem to be matching the mind for calmness, actually.”
Even when it stILL feels—-== so effing hard and harsh and definitely a damnwell Dostoyevskian imprisonment
“We never went the distance indeed to actually wholly understand. Exactly how these particular people achieved everything which we wish to see… .”
Iconically speaking, they seem to have altered…. their MOMENTARY/momentoUS attempt at being… beyond instinctive and certainly CERTifiABLY energetic.
• When its PAUSE FOR THOUGHT.. discombobulating… penetration will not wane— and no~1 person EVER(!) orders a dollop of
*Half~way~inSane — instantly .
*that’s just poetic licence, really. Over-The-Topping it for… honest and edgy effect 🤷♂️
