They were placing hashtags in all of the wrong places entirely / were even making people scream when, really, we should’ve been thinking • about the next
Preciously playedOUT thing. It’s been coming and going and gathering together its
Very own state of Staten Island, ahem, denial actually. When their ears are plugged from being plagued on {utter} purpose and their
Eyes are stabilised into some sense of = “deafening themselves and their {very own} vision-of-many down NOW please.”
We are bound to have become these boundless individuals with our duelling-tendencies causing all sorts of wound-UP PeoPle yet another
“Moment of NO MOMENTUM at all actually inside of their mindless minds.” So to speak, they’ve tenderly taken to the better parts of themselves || With A Neanderthal-Narrative So Very Blatant and BlunTlY Disgusting.
What were they doing as soon as = “Rita Rapscallion started upending her own sense of equilibrium and on UTTER purPOSE(?)”
And what were they whispering about unDENiable understandings of a mostly magnified KIND(?!) Mind: “BEware.. not to wear yourselves out now, because we are about to
Take these words and plACE them inside of an Upside_down Vacuum Cleaner… and see: “what the **** happened to {their} JumbLeD-UP aforesaid {unmentionable}
#understandings… .” When their NeRvEs wEre RACKED aNd Taken To A PlAce Of UtteR —-> delirium please.
