We were utterly exiting in at the back (END.) of LoudMOUTHED silence. We were also ably anticipating the way we endeavoured ourselves actually. It was a pull AND push to ——>sHoVe… … state of infiltrated bl!$$(..) We haven’t even been = blue eyed and rather real for the sake of sHaking Up their high wired minds for the people at the very front {{END}} of the GatHerAnDGasP(… ….) GUILLOTINE(!!) “we
Don’t even need to do this with our fists twisted into an utterly almighty upside down whispering anymore.” If they {REALLY} wanna feel like recordings of T!Ckertape Angelic peOple then they’ll need to meet themselves at the
Crossroads called: “recollected anticipations (.)”
