They do do something Dostoyevskian with their outlandish level of automatic time; we were rarely beaten against the mind, and then, the other
Sentence seems to have done its OWN homework- naturally…
absolutely.. maaaaaybe.. DEFINITELY(?!?) “Who can ever know.. but for
The people who sit AND-stand at theBack… .” Who seem to have legitimately aLtEreD the night and in theBestMannerWeCaaaaaaan(….)
POSSIBLYIMAGINE…
As we do this caffeine-swilling thing with our brains and aforesaid mInDs annnnnd other
“ultimately magnanimous things of utilised Ability.” There’s… a paused breach of breath in their somewhere(… … …) and it
Happened whenever they
——)) Tied the WEIGHT//w-a-i-t… of their starry-eyed mindToTheWholeWideWidth of this WIIIIIIISE ol’Sky
… a line drawn in the sand back down
Beneath the curtained behind:
Of a DostoyevskianMoonActually..
“As it appears to have been -all-awhile- softly sleeping .” And thinking: about itSomeMore
Just howMuch of a potential masterPEACE SHE MAY have always been
