IF: “they were to’ve been climbing cReaTiVeLy then they’d definitely been climbing through enough upholstered Staircases to call themselves utterly jaded actually.”
The easiest way to get to the bottom of the bickering PILE OF truth REALLY was to… openUP+their+arms and hug the SHITE OUT of just another amiable person, indeed. “We’ve altered
The alternative way to do these things and it actually feels pretty damn Dostoyevskian.” When we confessed to lying+lightly about the SIZE of our crucifying whiteLIES THAT is Precisely the time
To make friends with our lightly-old-enemies and Enemies: “with our aforesaid bickering of upside down, swipe at FACE-value Friends.” Or was Freud relatively right all along and did we REALLY slip atop of one and no other for the sake of
Blue-steaking our shrewd little body of SUBCONSCIOUS bones? It’s outrageous to think about the people at the front who actually took the truth for utter UNDERstanding. We’ve been
Plenty-fully electrified and undeniably about as addled as an addled masterpiece could have behaved.. and if ~ ~
She yelled the tone_of_time out-loud she just might—- finally understand thAt not being later THAN ANYONE ELSE to everythingELSE…
“might not even mean something(!)” Unless… she’s an absolute TRIANGULAR tEaSe about it
