If they saw inside of sophisticated then they’ll take the very next step and stage of reckoning maybe… “she’s a wildebeest at having been
Beautifully human. It’s up to them NOW to make inroads make —- especially mesmerised kinds of stale-faced sEnSE.” Even when we’ve drenched ourselves from tip-to-toe in
Utter blame for each of everything which still sings, GIDDILY AS HELL and inside of our aforesaid. They’ve nurtured unthinkable delirium, very much so even nurtured the upside-down pummel-house PaiN. Even if it’s inescapable she’s still blatantly capable of
Roundhouse-kicking someone (else) straight in the teeth, and we will
Wander about like antagonised antiheroes if it really means
Managing to make the soft little difference which MattErS tHe MoST. And of course she recalls everything: the evenly splayed inner intricate details which will race:: “At Snail Pace.” What if what we did, though, is totally out-of-control and utterly upside-down
and instilled ‘til ULTIMATELY fuelled with
Unenviable attention? Did we even bother to bicker and mention
The elephant in the room, which sits {TO-SUIT-ITSELF} sound asleep and ready to WEEP, “plEASE!!”
