They loved The Bones of themselvesAgain and it’s a commonplace coined phrase that we’ve been dallyingwith the words to obligate ourselves into using a
– a form of nonresponsive abuse caused to act cathartically aStrAyactuALLY.
The sum of their parts plays parts with its selfrighteous levels of packaged bliss. It’s. Never. Gonna Be. The way it never had been anyway, and it’s certainly GONNA have tobe certified as bedridden within their heads( ! ) and if the subject of their meandering-minded desires was to live a chaos FREE life then, of them, “they may just WISH:: to rid themselves of this…
Globularfeeling of earth-shattering and IRREGULARLY agreed anticipation.”
Right here and now… it’s a player’s game of “Go. Fish. And. Repeat. Refuse. to lose.” It all
On the insides of a helter-skelter ocd mind. Like watching a million wildfires REdie every single time they try to
Think for the 1st time — only how can they STOP(!!) themselves writing about the insides of a livid, SeeThIng mansion being utterly dismantled
One Step Of An Upset StairCase Per Time …
And with chandeliers for eyes about to smash into SmIthEreenS and WildLy cry
~~~ When even the comparisons are inescapably incomparable
