Like a fucking orchestra playing inside of their addled heads, this steady-faced sEnSe of utterly antagonised Equilibrium
Did they even think… think… THINK(!) to bloody well mention —

That this thing has been an horrendous crashing of thankless AND IN A ROUNDABOUT ERROR OF PORTRAYAL
“Thankful” procrastination – as these words do surge and splurge and wish to Christ on a backward standing bicycle that they could have their Life back..

This is The Torturous mother… fuuuuuuuucking(!!) Task.. of attempting to wrestle and grab.. that beast called ocfuckingd

“RefuckingLEASE ME!!!” They’ve done it all- tied their damn eyes to a billion cross-firing walls and watched the wicker show burn like wildfire