What if they recalled to remember the dying embers of a chaotic conundrum and hummed and hawed to a point of
perfect symmetry within — wildly mild minds? Were we willing ourselves along now nice and picturesque as ever or were we simply Acting as if… bornHARD ANTIchrists? She’s been on my case again and sending messages of upside down awareness, and with it a state of Staten Island delirium. We’ve even had the same issue as anyone else, really, and still sent our sentence structure back to —
tuck itself in… again. “YES, please, BED!!” When the people who don’t really deal with themselves finally DECIDE: “it all just might frighten itself to utter death.” She’s not going to die in that delectable dress yet AGAIN… without watching his blood BOIL.. inside of her Piedmont head. They’ve been doing it
since the turn of the decade and fading into a purposefully failed comparison, “please,” and if we really need anything else immediately… then we definitely need to —- “understand all the hands that grab at our designated neck.” Asking for… scitterscatter respect
