It’s

a conundrum that weighted its own self; it’s the Dostoyevskian imprint of, ahem, Dostoyevskian interpretation

They’ve done the spade work, they’ve :: even reclaimed flittering insanity; the break of practiced prestige which works its own way

Back to…. being delicately decidedly dilapidated. F*** em, let’s let the dance stand and fetch its own placement of

Aforesaid …
MindDefying prestige, and IF theirs is a state of paralysed undertaking then.. “we’ve embraced a smile, a facial twitch of undeniable talent… An upside down plagiarised word sPluRge.

Silently.”