We went and woke ourselves UP yet again and, Penny for Our Immediacy of Try-hard Thoughts: “we really fought for this feeling of stinging ourselves back from the thinkable brink.” We’ve all collapsed inside of falsely felt corridors anyway and actually
Sat and ached at purely
Plain-sailing pace. It’s common knowledge that they’ve
Inroaded themselves again for the sake of LETTING THE GODDAMN RHYMING SCHEME THE HELL ALONE, please. We’ve…
Gotten ourselves drunk on enough upside-down, uncontrollable words to send a warring wOrLd Back -To -Bed! And if she’s enthused by all of the loud-noise happening inside of her
Neanderthal head then she might really wanna stand-UP and dutifully (try and) destroy – “all of our sizeable senses of wayward bliss so that we can —
Eventually -maybe- mere-eagerly acknowledge what’s been occurring from the top and screaming-on-down at all of these…
Piedmont mother effiNg people Who Did Not Even Commonly Get To Comprehend the case of claustrophobic compression happening inside of her thoughts-for-bed hEaD.”
