It’s a borrowed habit from that brazen faced, FazEd Out Wannabe of immediate locational abduction actually. That sleazy little pitiful thing with makeshift winNNNnGs which seems able to
Coin its own PhaseOfLocation. We’ve watched their technical techniques make mediocre stateS of level~headed pretence actually. “And she seems ENDLESSLY-sometimes… interested in having been… ultimately dishonourable indeed.”
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Were reading all the right kinds of Kid-like Books to ShaKe ourselves back to self-Admitted territory.” Even if tHE time it takes is about a million more than they can ever perceive to’ve AbhOrreD(!) we didn’t even stop to adore the smell of a
DEad RAt in the Dostoyevskian disTance…. that’s called… manky~faced “DelInqUencY, plEASE.” And we seem SERIOUSLY sophisticated at being ReAl+these+DaZe, and seriously DaZeD into a stifling level of
Level headed ultimatUm —-“even if our brains had been Humming and HawiNg for far too loonnnnnnnnnnng… … …” and we watched -dry eyed- the Dishevelment of A LiFeTiMe take place
