These people have lived sophisticated existences for themselves, they’ve even bloody well altered their very own state of high-WiReD MiNd, so as to FeTcH AND fInD
An ALL-OUT eq+uil=IBRIUM of UTTER, UTTER ugliness AND ALL other verbally altruistic things, some may EVEN-SO-MUCH-AS say-it for themselves and in their VERY own angst-ARISEN weigh —
That to pose your very own threatening threat to some sense of HIGH-society MIGHT just leave the other person ultimately mind-boggled and, what’s more, taken to the pummelling point…
Of ripping up the floorboards and COMING BACK FOR MORE.. … pouring a pint of hot-air TIMES-TEN DOWN the centre of their antagonised gullet.
A surefire MUST: for any g*d-fearing aLcOhOliC (animal) worth their time on submerged eARTh
No ART but for the art of, actually… atrophy- as their bones bend, buckle and BR—-E—-AK, their mild, ONCE-UPON-A-TIME mannered MinDs search for that SAVAGE SeNSe oF pulsating dread !!
All of it swims like oceans of chaotic CrAzy
Inside of their addled heads, not to mention within a bottle of radicalised gin
“Yes.” She says. “The tonic is for total losers.” A toxic addition to an upside-down masterpiece… in HER own lonely ol’ opinion .
