When we excitedly preordered-the-prologue
JUST SO VERY WELL and uttered absurdist-of-words at their
listening and equally underqualified earpieces. We stand inside of
themSELVES YET AGAIN and
bare our LUKEWARM souls to pose humane AND heavily redundant threats ANYWAY so that we actually can –
“possibly cause the cost-of-chaos to CREDIBLY-BOTH-UNCOMFORTABLY, TOO, COME-to-coLliDE. Soon as she earmarks herself out as the-whole-show of only-one-girl IN TEN TURNOVERS-OF-WORLD… and asking-to-ache – in
A mostly impenetrable way, PERHAPS!” Why, though, wasn’t she making
STIFFENINGLY IDIOSYCRATIC inroads, actually, at the state
of ONE WHOLE GIRL’S reverberating-bliss SET SAIL… and why-the-hell wasn’t, AHEM, WE… seeing damn-nEAR EVERYTHING-ELSE FOR EXACTly how(??) the **** it takes her tickertape breath away?” And immediately make her breathless, please. Like a donkey on a cutthroat rope
“Yet had we really been UNCEREMONIOUSLY addled into almost everything anyway?!”
