Yes. If we sought for supreme then we certainly sought for, AhEM, belated-both-LATELY survival technique. She’s been endlessly accompanying herself {again} to the strength of her favOURite_Best_pARTyP€AC€ and

Affably leaning-in and asking: “how on earth you made forever-sense of a drenched AND derogAtory disasterPEACE {anyWaY}?” And was it really ALL-OF-IT ENDLESSLY expressive… ANYWAAAAAY? They’ve worked it to the backend-of-beautiful and filled their rhymingT!ME WITH lopSiDed, AheM… unusuality, “actually.” We’ve {even} been making-UP the most unimaginably tragic words ==

And worked ourselves to the weight of OUR wrought!RON bones anywAy. See this particular SICK-amore/Sycamore sedation?

It is SPECifically ingrained _ and made-to-sTaY
the dedicated —————- diSTANCE

Like a wilted wildflower set to {duck-and-}Desire = “delighted by LiFe.”