What we were doing is outrageously uncapped. And inescapable too / as to when, and IF, we REALLY did the unthinkably thought About(?) That’ll be creatively Impossible, too, for us to ever get to eXplain it all, anyhow ___ it’s the plot to plough on Regardless as to their
Very own= Sadly daft-punk-like state of delicate demeanours. It’s shared and it’s spared in all of the incorrect corners of a comfortably complicated world Actually. And if she really did THREAD THINGS {lightly} BACK TOGETHER AGAIN TO realign her favourite state of feather-like mind one step per avalanche-of-TiMe then
He might just like: “to mindfully take her manicured hands in his and Dostoyevskian dAnCe, even if it’s been crashing inside like an overlooked yet equally AMBITIOUS piano chord Stretched- and STRESSED-out amidst creative disdain, maybe… .”
No one knows just how far the highest KITE-like minds did (get to) go—/ to make a cyclical state of official Verbatim make —
Seen-to-be brand new kinds of heavenly satisfactory sense (of everyone else). It’s… a number of eventual tendencies, actually, which (cannot but have… ) carried its own utter ~~~ unforgettable identificationPROcesses-in-kind, and maybe they might LIKE to: q-u-i-e-t-l-y… …
“converse with aforesaid other aggrandised sides of a cyclical wOrLd(!) out-loudly and mother effinG proudly
As a pair of {irreparably} punctilious ModernYAY(!!!) monosyllabic idiots. Living windswept inside = their plotLINE of MIND.” Because way we see it: they boiled the bug and bled like crazy versions of themselves anyway.
Just to meet themselves at the middle of —- “unknowing delirium.” Amidst a ripTORN REUNION OF madness and DAFTly begotten alphaBET, when one slays the other with a SERIOUSLY juxtaposed
Sword –
with an image of Death On One Side // and everlasting existence At The Other
When they forced us to develop A Latter-Day Taste For Thunder • Even if our minds had been Dreaming About a most Comfortable Plunder
Inside
Of Dumbstruck silence
