To have become determinedly ANDdetrimentally Dostoyevskian is to have had the time of their tragedy of Life: PASSIONATELY—- these.. days and evening~time~nights of WiLdy OverAMBITIOUS REALISATION really are the best thing/s (imaginable):: probably~both~possibly IMPOSSible, actually, for us to have
—->> done this particular EAGERNESS~of~thing and with our steadfast and equally JovialJoyousness acrimoniously intACT.
We were asking them when(?!) shall-we EVER(!) aimlessly “understand” how the EFFING=hell to continue to ceaseANDrelease…
the StormOfOneStifetime TOOmany.. and in EQUAL-measurement, plEASE
—— and IF she IS able to apprehend it all then..
Surely be to fuuuuck(…) “she’s utterly able to enjoy AND COMPREhend
—-)) the complete-level of classical-ChaOS iT dOeS and will bravely take..
To show the universe their very own sense of THIRST.” And JUST like a chameleon she screams — under all the colours of the Rainbow: itBLEEDS(!)
