There’s nothing LEFT to bother themselves about anymore… it has been this livid, BrEaThIng thing of Prearranged productivity actually; as they honour themselves and we duly attempt to have asked ourselves
Damn near enough NOW QUESTIONS to avidly interrupt our very own senses of selfish self-esteem . It’s not all that much of a storyline anymore actually.. if anyone else of intrigued mind and mile-a-minute hindsight hilarity might wish to want to NEED TO ASK:
we have uttered every each other UTTER side-ordering of word and then some, have EVEN taken each redundant reader and to their prioritised place
Of completely random acknowledgement; but do they really see it? Can they EVEN begin to feel it?! Totally, most-certainly, they can –
in fact acKNOWledge their own state of impending death and other finely thought-provoking things. These are the thinking-man’s deeply demeanour of upsettingly suggestive pEoPle
And we DO tend to wish to want to NEED TO declare them
Of utter despair – dragging their irreparable bones about the place like nobodies known business .
But they do. And we shouldn’t want to
