If, really, we weren’t reparable then we were, indeed, probably not really with it and worth a single livid-seething thing anyway. “We don’t really wanna do this inescapable thing anymore. Don’t wanna act real and rallied together as uniquely individuals for the ****sake of everyone else’s state of painstakingly forbidden wisdom.”
We’re into this for the sake of selling-ourselves-out to anyone else who shall HAVE-TO listen to the DAFTly mannerisms happening inside of our goaded-TOGETHER-by-everything-else minds ANYWAY. It’s been a scenic experience of joyous inebriation, indeed… … … even if she’s been —-
“Begging for beneficial benefits YET AGAIN(.)” We don’t really like how to do the things which turn our savoury souls over unstoppably atop of themselves again AND AGAIN, “for we don’t even really wanna aforesaid rally together again and create = cripplingly different-BOTH-DifFiCulT levels of “SOD-EM-ALL” idiosyncrasies.”
Yes: “REALLY!!”
If they weren’t meant for this wanderlust, wander-about-the-place world then maybe they’ve been made to’ve been meant for other “latter-YAY(!!)” simultaneous versions of the exact-sane-searingly-SUGGESTIVE-things. She’s “opening-up to the miraculous person inside of her own mind AGAIN and making sure that they don’t listen to these WHIPPERsnapper, Pearls-of-Wide-open-Wisdom words anyway.” When it pays-to-play
SnAkES-and-lAddErS with the, safest-to-say (it), daftest of delinquents In This WholeWIDE World on Earth ANY-DAY(..)
