We didn’t go into it with our eyes nearly even bloody blessedly open enough. We did the right thing only in seemingly wrong coexisting circumstances that happen. I’m sorry for the way she ended up ColD, AlOne, and just one word away from: “headstrong.” She’s been
Multiplied a million times, even been — starry eyed amidst mental denial. “That sycamore smile – and its way with rhapsodic words of its secretive own, though.” She needs herself to know —
That to battle back a billion times now wasn’t immediately necessary anymore; he’s been a champion at fending off what’s ridiculous anyway, a stellar enthusiast when it came to the worldly state of
Uninterruptible bliss. What if we were to’ve watched one person stand remarkably still anyway, paying it forward with their own brain “as their CAPITALISED mind ventured itself into a thousand places of EQUALLY BEAUTIFUL awareNeSs?” See, she’s
Sporting this spontaneous look of both happyGladNesS and A Martian At Playing Her Own HellaSIGNIFICANT Game. That thing with ACTually “NO WINGS attached whatsoever at all.” We have
Sat ourselves down now and “awoken the most energetically enthusiastic mind AliVe And Still strived –
For utter mother ******* 123-delirium, plEASE!”
