What we did was we ultimately desired the down-time/ desired every SINGle-next-thing to make less-and-less-than-LESS sense, actually
To sit and watch and stare, if needs do be/ the truest, most trustworthy thing in all of our lives:
We’ve been bartering husbands, We’ve EVEN been… … brand-new and wide-eyed, dusted-down wives, and all for what exactly? But to f-e-e-l… MANY A THING, ACTUALLY(!)
The arts start here, or so it seems to be – from ear-to-ear, she hears something utterly universal for its whole-wide and loud-mouthed thirst… …
It’s been a surefire, lust-filled MUST(!) For US, too: to ultiMATEly make sEnSe of It AlL sometime
— “So very soon, Maybe?!” Actually, it does appear that we really do not give a penny tuppence worth of a shy-eyed shit!
Let them spit and cry and wipe away their tired eyes, so long as the song inside of our mild, mild minds gets to remain —
All kinds of COMFORTABLY t.a.m.e.
