Whenever We submergeOurselves Into something else this was when- the past takes care of its carefully both faithfully constructed self. They and we were going at it again, hammer and thong and ALL things hieroglyphic and WrOng. In a sense of upside downNOW wonderment anyhow.
They know for now; good god how she does and will and did.. take him to the brink.. of Undeniable&fastidious brilliance. Met with ear opening resilience. “Honestly(.) we would rather not to have to behave in this satirical and stereoPHYSICAL way but Because, the things which we do and see
Did appear to apprehend and have their own way.. of measuring the distance between, ahem.. two effing SinGiNg Strings.” We are
Acrimoniously perplexed and definitely of another realm; maybe even(..) “all about the strength of having to HANGonToHope with an inVISIBLErope called
—) accredited Creation.” Seems we were winning even when we felt as if we were losing at this game called unquantifiable life.. on a knife… Called the edge of reasoning.
