If we went ten-thousand-feet INTO THE deep and delivered it all in unequivocal unison then they’d have mattered the most even when: we all endlessly depended on
Ourselves with our animalistic breaths held… “it’s coined as a sudden-most far-fetched PHASE OF phrase… … of utter== sanctioning bliss.”
And as for the SANCTIMONIOUS fuckNUTZ, they seem,
Shall we SP!T it {OUT} and say: “faraway AND A-OKAY.” We have washed the weight of the world to within an inch of its polished existence, and we’ve even (very nearly) EVENED the score with our layabout frenemies of
ComicallyINCLINED awareness. “It is shallow-minded at best for her to’ve necked the sh!T oUTtA him.” As t(HE)y ~~~
Splash {MANic-fACED} dribs and drabs of total chaos ATOP THE (age of) PAGE so that these {PEPPERED IN PANDEMONIUM} people can take their time and
“Utter aforesaid SANCTIMONIOUS words at the whole wide world. We didn’t mean to wait with our fate depending on all of these
Moments of considerate consequences and undeniable concentration and PUSHED ‘TIL PRESSED to the INESCAPABLE level of
Aforesaid layabOUT focUS, actually.”
And if they like us dead and ferried off as far as the nearest Forrest In Mind then they’ll absolutely AdOre our state of, AheM, impending free-DOM(!!)”
Dominating the insides of their maladjusted minds and minus the actual ACT of having been {miraculously} DiAgNosEd ((as anythingELSE)) really is
With it: its own GaMe of “GoodGaaaaWwwD deafening disinterest, actually.”
And we do these dissimilar things to THE MESSEDUP, dIsHeVeLlEd pARTS of ourselves, Perhaps, to
Make
Their eyes SEE. “The Truest State Of Our Something-from-Nothing refurbishment-of-MALadjusted-mind.” Some times… nearly ALL OF THE TIME = “coke and red wine(??)”
