“Counting Her CutThroat desIRES and Smiling With a Weapon INSIDE” / She Knew the Pathway Like the Front of Her Face – “Didn’t Know It All That Well Then, Did She, Though?” / Lay Down and Smile like a SwollenFACED rePRObate / a Portrait of infectious PerFeCTioN – the sMILE that Survived

Soon as we sat inside of sideways and wandered a walk and talked akin to SuperHeroes with LITERALLY ZERO —– LEFT inside of their Sophomore souLs. Seems she’s been strolling in abruptly akin

To creAtive folkLore (HAPPILY) wrapped up in one whole story called — comfortably infectious delirium, yes and PLEASE… “let’s see what the bullshit SEA has to bring Inside of the up-all-night wisely ol’ wisdom we pretended to LIKE like jaded liars with SMILES IN OUR happy-AS-hell MINDS.”

She sent herself deranged times a million and reached for a BILLION MUCH MORE_______ eager THAN NEVER BEFORE
Attempts at acting achingly-both-jadedly DEMONstamental — soon as so very suddenly SOON_________

As she threw the dictionary at the skies favourite sniggering MOON and shot it in the face TIL F!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!LLED WITH LUKEWARM disGRACE

and watched the smithereens FAMOUSLY pick ’emselves UP ’til they tasted

favouritism MULTIPLIED BY A ((secretive)) MILLION – tasty little sips

 

Of a kissed paraD!!!!CE!!!