If they were catching anything then they were catching colloquialisms and all other… kinds of poetically enhanced things. “We didn’t even watch the circus happen… we simply did it with our eyes shut and our minds…
Magnetised towards marvelling at something utterly… mediocre indeed.” They are absent in waiting and contemplating the necessity to feed their own minds enough times now —
To divulge and divide it all out as Harmonious as anyone can’Ve Imagined (it)
It isn’t that they weren’t wondering but much more so that they had A pause for breath ink(L)ing
At just how far they’ve taken (this thing) — it’s an interesting little conundrum – NONE TOO COMMON ACTUALLY – and it carries with it
All of the mediocre GiftS of a good+and+damn+dastardly=brain – “is it any kinda shame that we sat with them and let them express themselves just… SO VERY… EFFING quietly(??)” Probability has it that… to get to where they’ve been freeing themselves to freak out and dream of is
Universally an experiential thing, and that’s BLOODY FINE and BORINNNNNNNG; so bring the wine, bring the dishevelled AND manicured models with their cigarette-LADEN breaths blasphemously perched
SomePLACE else maybe(?) “They’ve looked for an abstraction to let them all know how to
— “not interest their handcuffed time in ticker Tape parade PRETTY LITTLE assumptions OF THE mind.” It’s been… comical.. if they do manage at Tilting their spiralling~hEads in that particular direction of inordinate discretion
