Everything she does is fine to have done something certain and unique and actually oRigiNaLlY NOT original at all.
It’s been UP way in the despairing air and yet she will —>> end her tensely begotten sentences amidst total… calmness. It’s… considered a rude chore for her to’ve
Endlessly devoured another pointless person’s stickyfaced sense of humour. And when it happens iT did tend to happen as these peripherals
Released all of their inner spirited, sprinnnntinnng ******* demons = it’s their design by now and not even tilted and influenced by
A TruE doddering disorder of mind. They
Were counting cars in their mixed UP streets AS SOON as we assumed they’d nothing a bit betteR to do, although, we cannot guarantee them
A pretty little existence any more than they canWE: “a certain state of… endless justification, really.” But what if we didn’t even see it that way whatsoever? And what if
We saw to it that we don’t even feel a need to see to these tragically habitual things anyway(?) “When we watched boredom ONCE MORE and it caused us to sNoRe behind our mind’s closed
Doors… … … .”
