They’ve been stylising themselves inside out for the sake of seeking a seriously altered state of being… bothered about the state oF their Unreachable WiSdoM; it’s a pretty in Pink kinda atmosphere, and it’s
A red mist with nAvy blue~ISH skies kinda NiGhT, and it’s —- defiNitEly Gonna have been One of You or me:
“Who takes this to the next… Neanderthal level of lividly expressive OverThinking(!)” We seem segued beautifully between half of one period-of-time and tantalised Nervously toward NOne of another..
And if the kids are ok, and IF the adults really DO do what they say:: “then let’s go and get ourselves drunk on upside~down shots of anticipatory
S
a
m~BuCa, please(!)”
We didn’t even need to thInk about the state of our oCD brains anymore.. lost to Life and readily available to RESTORE2adore..
“Just how *******(sorry, Dad! 🤷♂️ 😉) farOUT our Unreachable imaginations can go(.)” It’s…
A correct correlation of electrifying things actually, and she wishes it had it s
Own time and plACE:: this eerie little ability to act able-faCed and FadeD-oUt and aT the exACT saMe time of asking
Ourselves about all of the answers imagined .
