They’ve opened up tried and tested, tiny tumults of terrain time again/ they’ve even very nearly bothered themselves like these silly sausages that they ALL are…
to pop these tiny little sophomore pills
Is to feel better and free
IS: to speedily-both-sporadically instil in themselves this sense
Of blue-blooded BlISs: is it really-both-radically ALL that they do infact know of?!
Probably, and then another mind-altering, -bending thing did indeed tend to happen and at purely derivative pace.
We have HolyMaryJane witnessed their first and last breaths of frayed and stinging, ringing at their ears air. It’s been
Probably officially iconoclastic and beneficially everlasting: to cast themselves off to another such place can’t be such a bad thing, though, can it?
Split their dancing and WaNdeRing of Wit and see Just How Much fucking Trouble They May Like To Let Themselves Enjoy. Was it really all of it a ploy to act supernaturally superstitious and on utter purpose, actually.
HARDly. HARDLY EVER ABLE TO CEASE: from creating constructed words from dumbfounding derision
