They stole their minds away now— to that place of hurried up atmosphere, actually. What we say is why they seem to see… it
Another way, because.. none too ever safest to say.. that we cannot know the trees from the inescapable pEoPlEs, ACTUALLY.
You will die by the delicious both delightful sword of white lies— of why, AND my: “have they just taken another turn of cacophonous phrase—
What to do(?!)” but TO:: Utter n-o-t-h-in-g AND none of it
At their deafening ears::: when *fear, held a most thematic place in their
Stellar and interpretational hearts — it is ALL a Neanderthal_noise that cannot but
Strut its uninterruptible stiffer upper~lip (stuff). Who the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck kNOws.
*translation=focus.
