When we knew not to: anticipate (in) their state of (R)evolutionary understandings. It’s a stated set of stage 4 ultimate events happening and we won’t wanna
Get ourselves Genuinely Effected by the —- endless necessitY(?!?) to negotiate and = “call ourselves cowboy names for the sake of no realREASON anymore(! ..)” and to eventually act inevitable a little bit too (much) about the
IllFASHIONED state of + being brutish and bRoKeN at the exact same time of Nebraskan intelligences . “And we did not even mean to choke ourselves into
Releasing _
Ourselves to the Greatest MessedUP ultimatum On a pUlSaTiNg Earth actually.” Just… that… these none too typical things seemed to really happen when(ever) Geraldine FitzWilliams walked with wildfire in Her (likeness) of Eyes(.)
