What if they ended their endnotes on out-notes and sat around in riddled-pink cocktail-cafes with crazyASSED people of no known pLacES? What if they were just another person with ten thinking different spectacular VerSionS of a smart-ass person, and what if We
Replied in terrifically unkind syllables anyways: “to our addled, AddedAdditionSelves?” She’s up-in-REGULAR-reality again and taking the next prepped step to PREVIOUSLY Windswept territory, her ever-long, ponytailed, pre-PROPOSED story –
Guys and dolls and guts and pouring’s of “sod-it-all” AlCoHoliC concoction actually. If we are gonna get to the opposite end of held-together (happiness) then we’re really gonna wanna act infamously
Sugarcoated with lies/lies/LIES bliss(!) “She’s being incalculably courageous again and just another yet again version of
== a secretively inhospitable pErSoN with prison-cells bargained themselves together inside of her hidden and sentenced-to-DEATH eyes(..)”
