We didn’t need to know nothing again/ even when we manied ourselves together and made spectacular SenSe of the
Seriously skewed StaTe of uninterruptible interruptions. “It’s highly perCHANCE {likely} that she’s been
Taking borrowed+++breaths for herself whilst everybody else sits and watches the sweetest most handsome baby in the whole wide world take fantastical ShApe. There were inroads {again} being made and other alternative ways to get themselves back to
Behemoth. A way to walk one dog and take two for a sprint near the needle at the centre point of the PIERCING haystack. “Because when… our eyes are BluRrEd into significant insignificance that’s how to
Take a bloodied punch into/to the tasteless face and to —-> disarm our barmy selves anyway.”
They did not do it for (the) KicKs, they did IT: “to momentarily underSTAND—
The ten thousandth hand gripping at their pulsating ThRoaT someMORE.” And YES(…) “we DO adore
Our very own state of ever-long faith in utter(ly uninterruptible) nonsense actually.”
