A constant sting and MAYBE.. this… CONSTANTLY enigmatic portrayal of a totally bewildering tale. “We aren’t slightly interested in breaking the brains of ourselves YET again when we were born to
Turn Mere eager WoRdS into such scintillated sWORDS of descriptive anomalies, please, and for each of these peppered in pureness people.” It’s with our favourite hearts that we start at
Playing this SKITTISHLY supreme pattern of purely… unpardonable intricacy. Please, can we be especially excused now for making errorSTREWN mistakes to take our indescribable brains to that other plACE
“Of almost there BaLaNcE?” But. It. Isn’t. And wasn’t
And perhaps we possibly wished for far too much of the exact same thing, even if
“Lately they’ve been bribing themselves to bring it all back: to matter AND FARTHER THAN FAR _______ “fact(!)” That they saw and still see what she did
To take minutes… as much as mereEAGER moments… … and to turn them into earned pieces of prefabricated literature – even though,
“Her necessity to rHyMe Lost Her one Piece Of Her MULTIPLIED Mind.”
