What if we were acting achingly outright and nauseated at the stage set demonstratively ahead and before US: we really didn’t mean to make Rebecca Milner feel like an out of sorts shapeless InDividual,
Except for the fact that we’ve earned a cross-promotion of instantaneous PEEL OUR EYES WIDE: “awake, please” emotion
She didn’t necessarily mean for momentum to take its… paused breath again, didn’t even mean for being…
A bonded version of a surplus person. It’s —- an incredible thing for them to’ve stated their own ways with
Wrought iron aforesaid momentum. They’ve wired wide-OPENED YET AGAIN: “definitely delinquent eyes.” We didn’t need to judge their state of fate, didn’t wanna really reckon everyone else in AGAIN… but we will stop..
Eventually…
Laying down the upside-down law and utterly uttering and sniggering at these sweet little ‘vitriolic’ and ‘vicious’ sentences. That are, for us, as sweet as ten thousand kisses to the head
