There weren’t a many million more ways to defang and derange the immediately DerAngEd. She’s tripping-up on her own source of Tetris’d understandings again. She’s just about to breathe and believe In
beleaguering everyone else but for her idiotically suppressed SELF. “They’ve rearranged none-too-typically the meeting-points inside of their (medicated) heads and redid it (YET) again…
“Readied themselves for being these overeager creatures of Onomatopoeic delivery.” We don’t really wanna end-up yet again making ourselves (feel) instantaneously nervous for the ****-sake of everybodyElse (then.)
When these bygones did drive themselves endlessly same-as-sane yet again and he
Developed the most non-developmental game in the whole-wide unashamed world. “When they rest inside of themselves and dig to dive… … to delve INSIDE of
Everybody else’s peripheral state of
subconsciousness bewilder, please.” we don’t (really) won’t wanna die until our pulverised eyes are wide-Alive, our handsomely misshapen AND MISHANDLED bodies and minds are finally none-too-typically HOSTILIZED: “and we can
Eventually tailor ourselves “again!!” to any other such endlessly suggestive situation, indeed… … Which We Please.” Let us see
Something seriously sacred behind this OCD highway – a highway to hell which has to dispel itself of endless… … .
