They’ve EVEN enticed already… ultimately torn- and worn-away eyes. They’ve even made people scream at the scheme of things, “please.” She isn’t about to blow her luck ANYMORE with enticed Barraclough and Bojangles, even if
They’ve really been blatantly bewildered by the immediate way some peripheral people SEEM TO say:: such very downright… Damnright incomprehensible things, WHEN with them came all of these high-wired, mildly magnificent THINGS that cannot but strut their own LEVEL OF
Stay-awake worth. Stuffed to the Neanderthal gills with — “unacknowledged apologies AND STAY-away PILLS, please.” We really need to SINCERELY acknowledge the sacrilege surrounds and somehow sound ‘em ALL out. Resorting to the inside-outs AGAIN of everything ELSE they’ve been
… Inescapably InLove with
The way — “we’ve stored our favouriteBEST delicacies AT DAWN and even been
Regularised people, yes, plEASE, let’s let ourselves eventually-both-SOMEHOW see” — EXACTLY what happened to the spontaneous PEOPLE WITH
Aforesaid Barraclough and BoJangles SLEEPING SOUNDLY INSIDE OF their livid, seething, ABOUT-TO-BE sessionBOUND veins. EVEN IF THE riptide of RAIN really IS
Its very own state of satiated bliss – kissed by a cornucopia of RED roses, DEAFENED DOWN (now) and DutifullyDEAD in the end BY DRAFTSMAN-like Design. One of an utterly abstract AND ASKING-ITSELF-WHY
kind. And like a map of meticulous MEANING.. minus even trying To Bathe in Something Sizeably Significant for the sake of saying
The exACT same thing — ONLY with a brand-new version of the Exact Same Wings.
Boiled-in-beauty and she’s still been dancing with the people of
Purely peripheral PerSuasIon, so as to send ‘em up TO THE NTH-DEGREE and tend to their RIOTOUS resignation
