These people have lived sophisticated existences for themselves, they’ve even bloody well altered their 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 transmitted 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, to the pummelling point…
Of ripping up the floorboards and COMING BACK FOR MORE.. … pouring a pint of hot-TEPID-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, heaven knows, though…
“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 searching 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 will EVEN whisper it at gunpoint: “The tonic is for total losers.”
