What if happiness called and we ably asked for our cards back, as we gently endured just another pure old upside down helter SkElTeR dAy. It’s huge inside of their paranormal minds and somewhat different to everybody else’s state of uninterruptible sometimes interpretation.
We really won’t wanna always have to rally ourselves MenTaLlY together to make maladjusted SenSe of their __ inordinate level of self confiscated sadness. The way to Timbuktu is eagerly thru from her to him to me
To you. There’s another thing we needed to say, that he’s been.. farting about inside of his oCD mind and managing to gift the whole thing for her until
Audibly glad ragged back together again(..) “and she really won’t wanna be so very exceedingly UPset at his state of
Reverberated bliss.” It’s not easy and it’s not all of these mindLED things, indeed, and it’s certainly not certain as to its very own ULTIMATE desire. Crosshatch/cRoSsFiRe
And “go fuck yourself IMMEDIATELY, please.”
