“Not that we didn’t.” But that we possibly DID, actually. “Call to arms and hands and fingertips too… the state of growing-UP aNGrIlY whilst ST!LL staying remarkably asleep.” She’s
Singing onto an UpSiDe_DowN microphone ONLY-ONE, please, and SIZED FOR TEN thousand BRAND-NEW PEOPLE… about to be equally distinguished: “and we may just LIKE-TO entrust the correct kinds OF RIGHT-minded people this time.” When she’s been holding onto held-again-HOPE with a long, loose, lOpSiDeD rope: called “HOME.”
And credibly coping with these “COP-THE-HELL-ON people, please. We’ve (EVEN) obliterated all of the scene/SEEN and been — happy-go-lucky individuals who DID (indeed) divide their BESOTTED minds between being
Outlandishly happy AND CHRIST-ALMIGHTY sad yet again.” With her ear-piercing pen
And she WILL send herself to fend: “for all of these seem-to-be LackLuStrE peOplE.” Who’ve really been
Slapped in the FAR-REACHING face by their own mind(s) enough times (by) (NOW)- to call to arms… and hands… … “AND scintillated fingertips, too, their state of ensuing-BOTH-amusing hilarity, plEASE.” Here’s for their shot at pureness and parity
