Watch them walk; watch themSelves wander into the deathly dark- juxtaposed within their OWN merry minds somehow, and few who plough a beatnik furrow brow.. all plagiarising Eyes demising AND ULTIMATELY summarising and finally finding
One lane of way in which to say: Precisely why they don’t actually want to be here anymore. These lividly suggestive characters with their shyness of mind: it lies secretively behind,
And thinks about talking ‘til it seems to them that to think that talking and thinking together aren’t actually things of The Exact Same Pair at all.
Hence this need for suffering in happiness all of their own, while others did tend to think themselves into a talkative storm!! Coming. A. Cropper. And. All. For. What?!