“Bubbling Like A Breached Masterpiece, Please”

What if, though, we broke bread and made such sellable sense of the ability which Eases Us In- anyway(?) Annnnnnd… “out again, plEASE.” We

Wanted to nurture the utterly under-NURTURED, we even aimed to want to pl£A$£ these…

Pearly-white PRIMROSE people. “It’s not the end again, and it’s certainly NOT THE MIDDLE of the, ahem… aDdLeD beginning, even!”

Uncontrollably we strolled on into the biggest bank in Manhattan’s livid, SeeThInG hiSTORY and asked… “for our fondest FINancialSECURITY back.”

Highly unlikely, ThOUGH, that we did a few-too-many mere-eager things with these trepidationLED people of purely unpardonable apprehensions, “she’s

ShiVeRiNG-tO-tHe-BonE and breaking_even (maybe) with her own state of… eager-faced awareness.” We won’t let them go again, and we definitely won’t be LETTING THEM: fall drastically aPaRt at the “seems”(!)

When it’s been a game of fictitious awareness and it’s been happening HAZARDOUSLY inside of their head-the-bAlLs all along and we swan about ANYHOW… searching for

That already elusive SWAN-SONG PRESSED ON PAUSE/REPEAT inside of our highly irreparable heads(…) when we very nearly… NEARLY did next-to-NOTHING WronG but for

“The manner in which we pinned the inesCAPABLE TALE to the wrong {*******} dOnKeY… … .” And he’s DEFINITELY been sleeping inside of an UpSIde-DowN scream of scheming dReaM—

“dramatically ………. .”