Hazardous little criminals with our minds in a pickle and our eyes and ears = listening intently to the eager nature of a stay away stranger. She strangled her own mind and made it constantly find: “another way of saying the same saNe thing.” We
Didn’t believe in the game of Tetris {{SHE WAS PLAYING}} with her (best) sentences but for HER inbuilt ability to LAUGH in the face of distasteful. She was earning HER earmarked
Moments of suddenly success when everybody else quenched their very own thirst. “They just must: make their day to day livid seething understandings seem
Away with these fairies(!)” If they sit him down gently… … … and start to shave the sides of his handsomely chiselled AgeOld face then he just might get
to bring that momentary memory of HIS back to l!Fe. It WAS wild and it was definitely worth the weight… of
utter chaos actually – “in a certain instance anyway.” She
Opened her eyes and heart to the very start of creative interplay between these — pickled in p!nK people that don’t even have their
Eyes and ears IN THE RIGHT PLACE. Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head As The All Were sCatTerCrasHed and Acting. “What if, though, IMAGINATIVELY speaking where she went to meet him REALLY was…
Of another time, another thing, another upside down and out understanding altogether?” And what of it if—
They waited with their starry minded selves to watch the state of complete and utter shock taKe a hold of enough persnickety people SITTING ON THE INSIDES OF OUTRAGEOUS to send
== THE SOFTER SIDE OF the uniVERSE __
“Back to that place of u-T-T-e-r calm and CREDIBLY crEaTiVe content?”
