It’s probably worth understanding their torpedolike minds for the sake of being utterly able
At contemplating their very next quickfiring of ThoughT: “prearranged and livid, perhaps, yet certain as to its own.” They will yell and swear and cuss inside of their powderpuff pillowCASES(!!) They even
Like the sound of segregated and muted… silenceNOW – “so… bow-down, please.” When the whole dAmN task became == a monuMENTAL+movement aLl oF iTs OwN(.)
Why weren’t they just gently involved with the peripheral things anyMORE? And WHY did they need to drop all of these dogdamnit question marks(???!) which were leantAgainst these eagerfaced exCLAMation-Marks in the first_plACE..
“When she opened-up her heart to the start of something outrageously uNiqUe that’s when he knew that the UTTER juxTaposItiOn LivinG: inside of her backfiring of brain +
Had its own way of allocating the Truth:: According to the accordion player and the dafthanded piano player(!!!)” Between them equALLY lIvId and
Working to bring symmetrical inGENuity together. On a factBASED shoestring actually::: “As we tap our feet to the Beat, BeAt, B-E-A-T Of These
Unaware intelligence(s).” And at lightning quick, tap, TaP, T-A-P speed… … …
