They climbed the corners of their colossal minds and made it seem utterly effinG invisible, actually, to anyone else: “WHO-MATTERS(??)” They were interpreting the silly little poetically enhanced things anyway and making
“Us all feel relatively insane. What occurred inside of their horrified minds is as complex as utterly UnImAginAble, “as she worried HERSELF S!CK about the way they stood in slick L!Ne and dined simultaneously and LIKE A bunch of utter *******
Bloody upside down Neanderthals.” Hanging their Rockets-Of-Mind {up} inside of The Night Sky – the DJ’s {deathly} Demise just MIGHT become a most beautifully Orchestrated and theatrical thing AnYway: “as they play it Back-To-Basics, plEASE.”
Are they really = purchasing other people with their minds in a mEnTaL bind or WERE they past the psychological point of being TenSe individuals about EveryOne else actually(?) || and WILL their younger selves ever even beg!n to dr!nK
encyclopaedic G!N again whilst standing in LINE with these serious(LY serene) Saxophonists of utter inner intent
—————- and rabbitingON like an aforementioned {other} bunch ofUtter
******* Demons in InescapableDisguise(??)
Some of them s££m£d utterly undetermined to _____ _ awaken the imbecile workingNone TooWisely with=in
And yet, “we cannot but utter our {own} whispered-words-of-worry inside of their moMentary minds.” Even if they will still send us markedly blind
Owing to their hurting worth of tumble-hard understanding(s)
