What if we were to have watched the wildness die? To’ve watched the witnessing of self=EXPLORATORY RAGE sleeping inside of unpardonABLE paramilitary eyes? Were they really
Rather these… how shall they say it again… HELLBENT people bothered-to-bathe In One-Or-Other State of — “synchronised dEliRiuM?” We’ve even made enough goaded-by-gracious mistakes To TaKe these people – perished ‘n’ all – to the top of TheTallest
Of TRY-HARD, OuT_Of_OrDeR thought-TECHNIQUE NOW – “when we thought about taking turns at trying our LEAPFROG-oF-LuCK at ******* ourselves (UTTERLY) UP for the sake of SEEING THE seething TurMoiL.” She’s a tired little riotously IrreParaBle LAAAAAAADY, actually, of —— good-gAwD-goodness, INDEED, and eating into the PREFABRICATED way (that) they say: silently spectacular things to the Ins.. and OUTS, ACTually, OF HER
Rhapsodic-Awareness, “please!” Just, ahem… pause the ******* push-button again -PASSIONATELY, pl=EASE!!!- and cause us all… THESE identifiable people
To aforesaid PerIsH pro+longed – See… “we’ve been bleeding to feel ******UP for real.” And if they feel it then maybe they (MAY) see it (((The Way It Really Should Not Be — looking like Grace and tasting her mani(CURED) face)))
