We’ve been aching inside the outer-hemisphere of handheld fEAr actually, and we’ve even been acting amateur-!SH when we’ve really been
Anything but that particular thing. “We’Ve called all the shots and hoPsCoTChEd from there-to-where and back… to basically anything-eLsE which wishes to sing!”
She’s into THE__ most deceptive way(s) of being mEaN for the sake of these pEriPherAl peOplE of preordained delirium aNYWaY, and we’ve wandered ADMITTEDLY aCROSS… the pUlSaTinG parapet and
Said: “something UTTERLY ****** DIFFERENT TO ANYONE else, plEaSe!” She’s trying to describe the Death of a DelicAte {L!TTLE} dandelion ENOUGH-TIMES and how it prances ADMITTEDLY across the face of a distasteful narrative… .”
What upended everyone else was the helter-skelter way that she spoke with, AHEM, spokes in her Softly Ol’ souL.
“Sophomore AND more… and we DO adore the
Distantly dAnGLeD nAtURe of a stiflingly upside_down stranger.”
As clever as we are AGONISINGLY freed FOR AN IMMEDIATE-MINUTE from being dressed in {our most disgusting} OcD disguise actuALLY, but why WEREN’T our adolescent eyes =
“As obviously delighted as THEIR PAST-TENSE (sense of) FriGhT?” It’s relatively UPROARIOUS, indeed, how they did unTHINKABLE things in the middle of their Confiscated MindS.
And we HAVE-to-mind: “how it all gets to go.. alarmingly into the S!GHT-of-night.”
We’ve even remembered to forge a forgetful nature… … when it came to trying at delighting in
Their aforeSAID… “deceptively-LED eye-line… … … .”
