If they were coming up anything on themselves then they were coming UP rhapsodically real. We’ve ended UP in the doldrums again and witnessing an angelic version of an effed UP pErsOn attempt at trying a brand new train of brain on.
It’s highly likely we’ve been trying to catch and TumBle all of the worrisome words together and make — upside down sense, if it’s all that they knew. There’s this thing about…
Standing LIVIDLY-still inside of her thunderstorm of mind and it seems to be that: “she’s mixing her meandering minds UP and taking them away from anyone else.” She can. “Can she REALLY DO THAT, though??” We
Were strolling along with our hands on our interfering hips and our lookalike minds in a nice little vice-grip BIND called
Overemotional attachment actually. And WHAT IF: “we were to angrily adjust our worried minds til
Hella hectic simplicity made marvellously lopsided senSe of itself… onlyJust For One aforesaid interfering minute.” Minus the time, do all that you can// “Please.”
|| to take an ace of spades anyway LopSIDeD tragedy —AND OF TOO MANY ANGLES TO VENTURE FOR AND GET BACK TOGETHER— and to== make it crave “the highly insipid way that it sinks it teeth inside of someone else’s
Non refundable understandings.” As he reveals himself to rEaDjUst AND REFRAME everything else: “with its deeply_rooted_evils suddenly choosing to sit pretty and PRETEND at being
Oh, so typically BeaUtiFul.” What if, though, we were full to the brim with the most undetectable amounts of layabout clout … and what if We Did It Anyway::
We went ahead (of ourselves) and painted the colours of our inside minds // “in Blue and White and ready to slip back into aimless action and make amends with everyone else anyway?”
