Dreams with boulevards at the brim. she might just like to expel herself from the whole damn ludicrous thing.
she might even wish.. to feel.. frozen-out and free. we are thesehellbentpeople of irreparably pardonable diction. and if it feels “outrageously real and relative and ridiculously related to almost anything…” well then, the theory of mechanical theme and telling thoughtprocess may as well carry its own fruitful bearings and for the dailysakeof yetanotherghost in herthroat: “she’s been acting playfully spontaneous and spit-tingly+both+spiffingly idiosyncratic-actually, and” —))
they do indeed seem.. .. filled to the mere-wagering of brim with enough lay it at largefriction to make us ALL feel—- “full of ourselves and, ahem.. real.”
