“We did a few too many idiotic things as our tocking minds ticked along nice and “kindly”: it’s a blindsiDING kinda thing of adventurous intellect and they seem
Hella lacklustre when it comes to their VERY OWN way with wriggle-some words.” But… do we REALLY worry about them, or maKe ‘em pay for the way
that they didn’t even unify our, broadly speaking:: ventriloquised minds(?) Who knows and who cares about the
Serious state of Jilted People actually. • They were turning their minds inside out and finding it all very much so this…
“Deliberately trying thing of vagabond suicide. Why were we still standing in the middle of the night with our PITCHforks divided but probably because — there wasn’t even anything else that we needed to take CARE of anymore.”
If we adored anything then we definitely adored == the bones of
these BELEAGUERED Yeah people who still give a shit anyway- just imagine the amount of Death and Decay that goes into, and with, each PRESUMED-TO-BE-PURCHASED painting =
In a most dutiful way , a life never wasted , always insatiable
