What we did do was this dullard little thing of ceasing to care that it’s all a bit… benevolent and riotously real. “We are nonconformist to a LARGER-THAN-THAT extent—
As for OUR minds(?)” Not so much for rent anymore, although..
Suppose… JUST suppose: “we WERE to go toe~to~toe with the death of Deliberate Consequences” then what might that M-E-A-N(??)
Except to say it in UTTERLY eager syllables
“that we cannot seem to rearrange anything (anyMORE..) ALLLLLLTHOUGH(!!)” there appears to have been this pretty little StatelyPlaceWhere=in all these game-faced people shall remain
Resilient and precisionLED and.. one thing above everyone else… “About as argumentatively Sane As They could ever BEGin to ImaGinE (it…)”
What does it take to d~~~RAG(….. .) their quarrelling minds back to that plACE(??) of all that is good and great and decidedly~both~DEFINITELY fabricated
From something so VERYsplendidandRare. “We were… … number~~cRuNcHinG inside of our have~a~heART brains to fall back IN=love ((((((again)))))) with everybody else’s
greaTEST sense of, there it IS again… Dostoyevskian deliverance.” They NEED TO, above ALL ELSE.. underSTAND the hand that we’ve been played — “it tends to mother~EFFING sWaY.”
… It WAS… stILL is
Our mindful delay…
