They needed to stop and swear…
at the state of repair, and to do with it what it did with them – to nurse and nurture it to that pace of place… wherein(?) “we knew exactly what we weren’t doing AnyMore than anyone else is(!)” and if
It’s a constant CONundrum that is their Artistic BrainPlaying with its own stAte of interpretation.
“Did we really just alTeR the stRangely StAte of their effingHELL intelligence, and WERE we really just
Pandering to the suffering suggestion:: that it’s all of it seriously about utterly nothing?” But to think of thinking as a thinking~woman’s game of Idiosyncratic Secrecies. And if: they saw precisely whereBy we laid our haphazard minds WHEN THE TIME WAS NIGH, then they’ll probably wanNa stART screen-testing themselves and acting — Like EgoTistical DelInquents.
But they will never understand, the hand we played in our own pale into SIGNIFICANCE, just. CAN’T- – –
Yes it’s unasked for, and yes it’s SurreAl…
“but it’s CERTainly that other thing, too, of…. electrifyingAttention of DeraIled dEtAiL
~.”
