We were feeding from each other’s fingers for the sake of licking the damn coCaine all the way off – we were antagonised inside of our bombarded minds and still remembering the manners that took us back
It’s high on life and highly recommended that we are able to RErecommend all of these aforesaid things to all of these ludicrously misplaced people. “We don’t really wanna interfere with their ways or any of their very own moodBoaRd, middle of the road designs anyway (..).” What we do when we are dead.. set on quarrelling with the eejits at the end of the road is we will ==
Ask them what the **** we were all talking about ((anyway)) (?) What if the sniff of nosediving coCaine really did tempt enough upside down deranged brains to a proper place…
Of creating the greatest moment In History ?
And what if: “we imagined the (inner-ward) state of reverberating Bl!sS whilst we pissed in a bag of Jean-DeLay chips.”
