1The truth is this / they’ve been holding hell for hostage and asking for their rounds of aimless ammunition back. Whenever that TALL-ORDER Inside of their mind Makes Its Own Mind UP actually.
2They are
Behind it all
And asking to give GranddaddyDearest one last shave to the side of his handsomely dIshEvEllEd face / Level PlayingField, please / when favouritism plays no such part but for the layabout art inside her
3ClassAct of Mind. “We find the repetitive stuff outlandishly unforgiving actually, and we — try and understand
4That it’s all a one percent trustworthy thing OF UNEVENTFUL insignificance indeed = with threads barely attached at the considerate “SEEMS”.”
5If they really, like… REALLY wanna ******* cause the Hit and Run of the decade then they’ll probably need to parade their SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THERE AND where(????!) wits
6To all n sundry. When a day off is a faraway dream… of lukewarm understanding and these idiocy of people peppered in procedural pursuit will shout for NO KNOWN REASON… . What IF the truth IS that
7”She took the long way in and out again and didn’t even ask: for her BLOODLINE of brain to make makeshift sense.” Imagine it, though, toe to toe with the devil of diLapIdaTeD understandings and she JUST must
8STILL GatherTogether ~~~~ all of the misgivings in her whole wide and Alertedly Alive World—
and eventually cause… “a murmur inside of a fucking teacup.” When something will ALWAYS stir itself into quick thinking recognition again ||.
