They asked for instantaneous and they got something seriously Reckless and Readily Prepared instead. They sought for fullON SECONDARY SuRvival and we ended-UP GIVING them
The whole of the moon: “to hold atop of their lumberjack shoulders, actually.” She’s about as instantaneous as a bag of bRoKeN cats(, actually,) and just about (as) readily prepared to stare inside of
(all of) The alternative anGLes IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD that we promised her since the BEGinning MADE SELLOUTsense anyway. It’s easy…ISH to miraculously misbehave, ACTually, when you’ve been
Dipped-enough-times in wipe-right-out sugar OF THE LIQUOR-faced Variety to send Any Woman To Her Braveness Of Grave(!) “It’s a tad BIGbit beleaguering for them, TOO, to’ve
Cold-shouldered themselves TO THE POINT OF A MILLION RETURNS TO ENVELOPED SENDER and it’s even far more diffiCULT THAN that—
to ache inside-and-out:: and stILL amount to outlandish(ly) fucking hYpocRiticAl clOUT(…)” Not. A. chance = “but she’ll mother ******* dance aNYWay… .” And let the (WiLd) world have its say in its own state of surVival technique – as her’s was meant to BLEED
