We stole washed-down wisdom and walked into walls at a fiercely felt pace of blasphemous UPheaval. They were endlessly indebted to the
Shrink who begins to think: at the end of the road and asks them… “how the hell they’ve been treating themselves?” These days… it’s LITerally been
A whole lotta hectically enhanced fun actually, as we enter into the secondary venture inside of their ostracised minds. They cannot truly-both-surely know what it took to
Make it feel Deceptively Real, whenever, REALLY, the others begged for ALTernative Ordeals. It’s highly unkind of them to have
Stopped exactly what they were doing and to “see about the way their sentences seemed to end with a curbed enthusiasm heard, ahem, near the very end OF UNOFFICIAL. We’ve been blistering and broken and acting like perfectly perturbed versions of
Upside_down people who can flY- “away with themselves (AGAIN!!) and their jaded heads: time and time.” It’s contrary to’ve contested their own sorts of things in terms of maniacal awareness, even if she’s LEGITIMATELY been
To the back-end of bodacious and barely even able to walk, let alone TALK::: in a hotly anticipated ~~ STRAIT-line. Called life, or something “LIKE IT!!!”
