Champagne Sisters With Blistered Fists – “When She Did It With A Gun Inside of Her Fired Mind” / “So Far From Touch… That They Started To Satisfy Their Own Souls At Night” / The Voices Inside of Their Bed. Their Self-Sacrificial Smiles That Just Might Amount To All-Out Clout Anyhow

They sink SUITABLY inside of sufferingly suggestive PEOPLE and ENDLESSLY express ’emselves AGAIN ANYWAY
To the backbeat of a life On FORGOTTEN Fire – “she might” — JUST call ALL OF the right kinds of kindly people BACK+TOGETHER and DEMONSTRATIVELY carry

their flighty AS **** minds back with ’em ALL OF THE WAY
Same sycamore sounds, shadows found-out to softly surround AND SUGARCOAT SUGGEST… TO all of the people PRESUMED TO’VE BEEN peppered with predestined deluxe ANYWAY, “and she isn’t even facing inside of herself YET-AGAIN for the precious price of VOCIFEROUS VENOM!”

Cheap CANDLE_LITE NIGHTS BY champagne_FACED DESIGN, yes please: “Let’s see if we

REALLY CAN Do the (damn_dastardly_)dance or if it’s all just — some sense of softly spoken sophomore hands.” Stabbing at the shape of the shallow SKYLINE AT NITE! Some might… and some might die

by Dutiful Design. Meant to make mesmerising inroads minus even BEING.. anything other than UTTERLY = upsideDOWN and filled with INCREDIBLE clout