What if when we fell beneath the bleachers and masked ourselves with sinless thoughts and lopsided dreams which still scream? And what if there were envious little back stabbing people with
Delicate little tendencies to hurt us when they’d been utterly given a colder shoulder? They’ve cleaned up the mess inside of their lopsided unashamed head and made everyone else – send themselves. It’s a problem with a meaning that needs no real inner interference. She’s
Staring inside of all these picture frames and foaming at the mouth at these thickening thoughts of celebrated TIL THE END celebrities.. with the exact same Neanderthal endeavours as the tested rest of us. “We
Wouldn’t wanna wildly deny our upside down lopsided minds of their favourite best game-filled territory, though, would we anymore??” Sent to the sTifLinG lAyAbouT asylum and asked to “MARCH!!!” in an abstract manner, as he aimed {{ENDLESSLY}} for wickedly over enthused actually. “His livid seething ActUaLiTy(!!)”
We’ve seen the Seemingly Impossible. “Even been to bury our very own graves… enough times NOW to eventually dance like flickering DiaMonDs.” In detrimental disguise. When to write it isn’t to feel it (anymore)
