They are internally both intermittently determined to procrastinate and IT SHALL ALL OF IT FEEL = so VERY furiously ******-up that they cannot EVEN crave to CONtrol: one more livid, seething thing:: “within.” We are
Rounding-up the double-doses of Dostoyevskians and bringing itANYWAY.. to a paraded standstillNEAR YOU.
“We aren’t worth much to most but the world to a subtle number of ten-thousand TOO MANY (other) people, too.”
And that’s as good as the words can CRAVE TO control anyhow.
All livid, seething, upside-down egos, ERGO, in tribal both trivial pursuit of what suits them best anyway: inside of their diluted heads.
It’s a thunderous thing To’ve tried to portray
++ everything (else) whilst their brains barked-UP tHe wRoNg mAddeningIMMEDIACY of TREE: “we aren’t even slightly-in-control of our very own moment-to-moment bLow-Of-emotions and that has to feel
****-up on utter purPOSE.” When we had nothing to do but to ActThe “FreakShow Inside Of Our Own Heads” and to— let the people and places and aforesaid diluted heads ~~~~
(that they ALL really are)
Turn the other smothered cheek. IT’S taken a painstaking amount of undecided-clout for us to simply IMPLY to turn
yet another
… … … maddening corner AND
AT BREAKNECK PACE… as the
Resolute remainder of these Dostoyevskian individuals REMAIN: “hocus-FOCUSinSANE(!!)” only minus the wHOLE
uNcOnTrOllAbLeDisOrdeRThAtCaMeWiThIt ~~~
