We were under pressure and acting about as importantly as possibly… even if their minds were meandering and not minding at all actually, how it all goes up inside of a smokeLADEN metaphor.
They weren’t even breathing anymore with their minds and eyes set against the piano’s LastStand. What if, THOUGH, we did the other thing…
Unthinkably
And spoke in speak-free easiness… “with our ears actually –
Listening and heavily intent on not ever (again) RELENTING.”
If It Is an upside down meandering that’s been happening then they’ll upend themselves a million and TEN, actually, t!mEs and we don’t NOT mind:
How it all goes across the board with these deliriously bored people who didn’t even act advantageous in their utter reasoning AND ear bleeding reckoning.
WreckingBALL Behaviour, indeed:
She’s started to ——> yet again happily act complex and decidedly confidential at the exACT same time – of insanity tending to bleed {itself DRY…} in red and blue bew!LdEr…
and “who knew?” But for the psychology student who sent herself EVENTually InSaNely and with the most beautifully plain face in the whole wide uniVERSE, and those were “her balaclava, smoke and dagger last Words” – urged to emerge
