What if she really wasn’t a particular person anymore? And what if what she did to interpret idiocy was its own interpretation of, AheM… its very own? She’s

Going and going – and trying for no kinds of VAGABOND vaguely eyes. What they say is something out on its own UTTERLY: and they JUST MUST meander to a paused standstill, “plEase.” We’ve understood utter uncertainty, even been

Merely eager to the point of damn BLASTED hierarchy. She’s searching for “enough words NOW” to TuRn the wOrLd oN iTs agitated hEaD again. Delicately dead and buried and st(ILL)… … valiantly vying.

“For dedicated eyes.” Is the magnified as magnificent mentality that tries to THE TRUEST Extent