“F*ck the Key… they create even when the lock is TIGHTER THAN anything.”

It’s possibly both probably an entanglement Of utterly Unidentifiable bliss – and we cannot but interpret another person’s stilted sentences. Maybe we did sentence them to

Numbing our minds all the time. And perhaps they did this DAFTly delicate thing of, ahem… thinking for other people way too much.

It’s… delicate for a reason and it’s definitely high and dry and this masterful thing of utter

Wandering ability. It’s hard to difficult to impossible to be:: all these things without even knowing how

To utter nonsensical TO SOME, and none others, words:: where they’ve clashed and fought and broken each other’s nose ISA most beautiful image of

Masterful, mile a second awareness. It’s just… that we seem idle and don’t appear all that much very interested anymore… “in how the next ELEVEN~rounds of 3/minute pUlSaTiOn g-o-e-s(!!!)”