They came and they stomached – again – utterly borderline Gin and ToXic concoctions to send
The people with their eyes dry – tear-laden and totally tantalised by the signalling SIZE of their liquorHead Minds. It’s
Catching-on and at utterly insane pace, as we —-•• bring our eyeballs “GENTLY!!” back together and wish to treasure the
Sureness of a purely pragmatic beautiful Disaster. “Why aren’t we doing the right thing this time but because, Blatantly, we’ve seen too much scope of Visionary tomfoolery to ever truly.”
It’s… punching WITh its weight yet again and it’s ——
Pummelling all of the people who didn’t even try at being AWFULLY-nice this time. Th£$€ were the ticker-tape people who didn’t even
Go at it Alone; nope… but for ONE: “that HAWK-eyed, wise-old-woman with her ArmsWrappedRIGHTaround==
•her passion for u-t-t-e-r RAPID~EYE~MovEMenT actually. By GoD, “did she REALLY just utterly fUCKing Reinstate the 3-levels of
Self_Awareness In Herself(???!)” And if so… where the fuck did she go
