It did not get much better than that actually, than they… ahem… tightening their twist of disheveled brain and riotously remaining:: in the game. It’s clear as crystal.. just how faaaaar and fiercely they’ve came..
“Against all these stacked OddItIeS and certainly CERTIFIABLY, plEASE.” When it all got itself beautifully messedUP AND LEFT to every inner intricate and interfering DETAIL.
Where’ve we been but for boosting our blue collar brains for the sake of listening to Brahm’s favourite musical BrushStroke.. “when he rises UP AND rushed on in.. at seriously
Searing pACE.” Blessed is his pace, Indeed. This Innate Ability to bReaThE as if of another such universal world.. maybe ~~ “when, though, shall we all awhile ALL of the TiMe.. make
Amends for preying upon the right, actually, kinds of preordained people(?)” but for probably BEING UTTERLY interested in their VERY+own sense of unknowing PoeTrY. “Of course it fLoAtS~~~”
On UP
above (!!)
“Their mesmerised minds sometimes”
