Her smart eyes maybe and a mesmerised mind by all these multicoloured LIES. We’ve sat INFATUATED inside… of the alphabetical version of a Nervous Netting System and tried -/
For upside-wise devotion MAYBE. And a betting technique that makes NO SENSE whatsoever TO ANYONE ELSE ‘CEPT FOR her and him — “pentUP AND Perfectly Perplexed.” Mother utter potion of colour-filled delirium, INDEED, and she’s STILL insisting on asking a number of nerve-laden answers actually. And if we really need to sit still and listen then she’ll ABSOLUTELY understand the understated level of a
Legend with an asterisks at the middle living inside of a Christ Almighty Chariot disguised by these tickerSNAKE lies. HISTORICAL TIDES. Wedged Mentally-both-gently together EVENLY AND we’ve even been asking Charlotte of high-octane CHICANERY if she really likes living in This colLAPSED Chariot of society – all filled ‘til ****SAAAAAAKE fuelled with good-thinking prostitutes WHO’VE BEEN UNEQUIVOCALLY USED AND BRUISED and acting ably well able /
At sincerely stapling their insistences to “The Vicar”. With his fingers twisted and his fists beneath it all still (HE THINKS) (SIN)cerely SeeThInG – he’s seen it all wrong and lost his favourite swan-song and pissed with a bag between his bedraggled legs again ANYWAY whilst sending these men with these women astride themselves
to heaven
