What if what we were to’ve previously prepared ourselves for really was “a whole loadA hocus-FoCus with SNIDE-EYED pie in the face anyway…”
and we went and gone AND did IT. And what if: “where the truest-truth-LIES IS in fact
In the failings of a super-smart WANNABE Who(…) knew precisely-both-previously WHAT(!!!) to do”
With his own state of stained-AND-STRENUOUS FAITH. “We seemed sizeably B-ish-OKAY, actually, when they added to ask us
“HOW. THE. FUCK.” Only minus any sort of suitable question-mark(s) AT HAND and dangled, actually.
See,
what we did
is… …
Sincerely involuntary and sure-as-shit this “UNDENIED THING OF eager-headed reckoning. Whenever we carried the very “NEXT!!” 3litres of milk atop of
Our ten_tonne shoulders and caused them all” — an AWFUL lot of swan-song portrayals anyHOW(??) and simply beCAUSE
We needed our exhausted minds to fall
So far from tOUCH(…) “that it CAN never really hurt us EVER(!!!!!!!) again.”
A Toothpick… A Pen: a relaxed writer’s D€N: and a mind… … … “set to FINd”
