What if we whack-a-moled the absolute shit out of these Neanderthal also-rans? And what if, though, we also went and perhaps putridly ParaLySeD these-them-THEIR.. crying eyes anyway? “Would it all really comFORTably cOlLapSe together yet again… and envelope itself in total demonstrative destruction?”
And IF SO: how the **** CAN WE ever KNOW — “the way of a masterful complexity??” But surely-both-soothingly because it’s been caused In A Moment In Time…
“When she (AND he) lost their lopsided minds TOO-MANY-TIMES to exciteANY other outlandishly normalised individuals, INDEED. When they appeared ear-to-ear OFFICIALLY MOTHER******* utterly aware…
as to the way their favOURite-sTreSsEd-enemies hold their own MANiCURED hands behind glad-ragged backs, ACTuALLY, and act like advanced Also-, ahem… Cans.” Whenever, REALly, she
Doesn’t(-)seem-to-see how it feels to’ve got-out-yet-aGAIN and honoured yourselves, and if they
Cripple already bestialised AND cRiPplED (by strifeL!F€) minds then they may-as-well-might like to
Act as utterly mother ******* spontaneously convoluted as humanly feasible. “Nearly.” We’ve been taking
Secondhand breaths for ourselves and making certain as to the UTTER AWARENESS of _ her PunchDrUnK ailment _ (anyway) because we have to stand
Irreparably hand-IN-hand
