If we were peppered in everything bliss-fuelled and Ready then they’ll be fairly… HappY actually to call their very own… “bluff! Tough shit because they’ve, necessity says, entered the greatest GameOf where On Earth actuallyWAS WALDO??”
It’s been a seriously… interesting endeavour instilled with enough pride-of-people to stay the distance and
Stake their own claim. If we were asked, yet again, to ask ourselves how to —- “end up entirely besotted with absolutely everything else… then We’ll Really need to stop rhyming with our own minds and make it about as clear to these mere-eager imbeciles AS WE CAN
That they’ve been borrowing Bartholomew without even asking him if he’s arranged yet another DATE… .” With upside-down, OvEr-The-ToP Destiny. She’s
Thanking the ins-and-outs of herself NOW… … … as she acts just about as IMAGINATIVELY SIMultaneous to anyone else as any ONE person shall let themselves…
Get… the **** out of EspressoLand and act like the antagonist and the Neanderthal ALL IN ONE EGOTISTIC GO, plEASE, as we’ve been “rightfully egged-on and equally PISSED-OFF At j(US)t how obnoxious it all got.”
