They understood too much to trail their own intent and intentional intelligences. They were window licking imbeciles, too, who didn’t even understand their very own sorts.
It’s like watching paint dry whilst we bring our minds back • to life. And if she really doesn’t stop talking about the state of utter effinG awareness she may endUP ending her days DaZed and faZed ouT by her very own brain
We were kneeling and finding the hiddenMEANING behind these gently perched upon a windowsill guns and making it (all) Seem As If: “god is a bullet and everybody else wishes to have seen his imagined UPrising PulsaTe “like a bag of sedated trip-switches!!”
What if the maths were incalculably incorrect, though, and she didn’t even know what to do with this particular level of outlandish RESPECT: “aimed
Directly at her hustling peripheral Vision?” They shut {themselves} down (again) and shied away from being borderline kind when it all =
Became a little b!t soft {and SaPpY} in their deaf and dead heads.” We like to attach ourselves to a certain amount of upside down people so soon as
The painter standing inside of his very own mind decides to shout at the top of his Eiffel Tower Voice: “that it’s all gonna be uncomfortably (A)Ok if we just learn to stand back and let our demonic dark secrets make strenuously impassive sense actually.”
