Where we were meant to be going was found out to’ve been an utter waste of their timeless time actually. “It’s a really nice area these days about there…

Even If Everyone else seems a little shy around the mind.” We were meant to mentor the right kinds of people for the sake of their

Harmonious sanity and we shall —- gather golddust inside our minds so soon as everything else takes a TuRn for the opportunistic worse (!) MayBe it ISN’t that we aren’t nostalgic after all, or that our mammoth minds don’t matter. And maybe, just as well, we fell to a

Half-a-halT for the sake of someone else. “It’s been… a fight that carries its own unsuspecting WEIGHT, a fate-less tWiSt in a medicated tale, and if they really want to ——

Comprehend the definitive GUIDE TO BEING BEAUTIFUL: then maybe they do need to

Sterilise their magnified insides… and let them all fall flat on their
Thick skin asses.