They went and they intercepted the utter truth of it all – “in a mostly melodramatic way.” She’s been
downtown and uptown… and all about the streets with all of the names LIVING (lividly) inside of her head ((again))
She’s been pushing herself to pick-up daisies one confiscated piece-of-pretty per-time, she’s even been
—- aiming right at the circumference of the sun.. “just one, and we will not watch it, AhEm, burn… .” They
Want for a stranger kinda life-of-mind: a mind that can find itself amidst the darkness of death-DeCaY. “She’s (being) brand-new brave and about to break ….. professional protocol with all these
— highly enamoured PeoPlE of purely persuasive intent.” Meant to make it happen minUS RESENTMENT = when NOTHING ELSE is, she’s really been worth
__ a whole-load-a-stuff captured inside of an information-filled mind (..) “Just… why, though, can’t we reestablish a superior sense of eagerness and facial bliss?”
Because, Beyond Believing, they’ve even EVENED THE Uproarious-sCoRe enough times multiplied –
To make anyone else feel desirably ReaL and devil-may-say: “relic built, if we will.”
Chill the fuck out and call ourselves antiheroes with utterly NO REASON ((to be anything other than
HOMEward-bound people and bellyaching inside of our uncontrolled minds – “FINally (.. !!!)” We didn’t search for paralysis-of-mind… we searched for a
StatusBLUE butterFLY kinda life.
