When they’ve been talking about – in the sure old surefire sunshine – calculating the wait/weight of their very own/old brain / it’s an enthUSed entanglement that did not need to happen actually,
As they hold their best breaths girth-ridden and going forth-forward forever… “this is when it all starts to sooth itself actually. If they DID anything they did the utterly impossible…
And Passed-GO(!!!) actually, and if she wants worrisome tales of Euphoria to drive her part-MaD and IMpRoPer then so be it(.)” Let. It. Be. Reassuringly. Real..
They don’t mean to have been that singular thing though, even if
Their hopscotching angles were wAAAAAAAAAAAY(!!) off – soft to the human~touch of utter idiocy. “Indeed she’s —- knocked UPon a thousand latter-day doors… … annnnnnnd brought herself back to UTTERLY=NOwhere(?!?)” Even been
acTING achingly representative of these… “who-the-hell-are-we-anyway!!” people // it’s a common as, aHeM… fuuuuuc* CONundrum and their million-mile-an-hourMARCH——-> > to the BEat of
A certain diving-bell drum appears to have {had} its own set of sarcastic rules laid-out (and left to sarCASTically summarise themselves) actuALLY. “It’s ironclad and m*****-***k*** audacious just how much they went
—- – and wished to want to meet “US” At the middle {of a complete cOnUnDrUm of this comfortably ChaOTiC WoRlD} immediately.
And if we don’t do things by-half we’ll go GodGodMAAAAd(!!) at the state of our own intelligence’s paralysed M!S=representation
