We were being… brilliantly willing people and utterly bursting the banks of idiosyncratic delivery.
It isn’t supposed to have felt like a thunder-dome inside of our childlike minds but we cannot afford to mind too much anyhow… “how our liVes travel and twist and fisticuff themselves back together again.
We were mesmerised eej!Ts scene-stealingEverything from Absolutely+EveryOne else when = we’d next to nothing {LEFT} to say”
It’s highly probable we’ve left the cat out of the bag and watched all of the good god WaGs make meticulous aNd MeanderInGly DruNkEn sense of themselves even if
They weren’t (even) hoping to become anything other than = “coattail hangers-on and immeasurable alsoCANS ACTually(!)”
We like.” To make “ colossal kinds oF {{earmarked}} mistakes _ when the going has gotten itself unspeakably tOuGh and they (MUST) mean something inside the insides of it all ANYWAY(…)
To wilt into unashamed happiness is to’ve crossed Their torsos and dOtted Their “Why, Oh, Why(??)” eyes with enough click-clicking’s of the PHOTOgenic light to let
Anyone (else) impassioned in. We’ve been holding onto a held breath ((for half of a tension-filled eternity)) and willing ourselves to {{FINally}} feel…
“all of these utterly OVERindulgent RIPostes (for ourselves) anyway.” And as the last candle flickers, the next man can
… Conscientiously contemplate = the weight of An Incalculable Mind that was meant to catch {quiet AND obviously}
Considerable Fire.
