We do not think about thinking about anything else AT-ALL anymore- days and months AND upside-down weeks adored, by these once upon a weakening-of-people who cannot but

Fail to OVERreact anymore, even if they’ve dutifully nailed themselves to the Past-TENSE cross enough times now

To march on: regardLESS of that. “A tip of a ten-thousandth hat to their very own sense of singular demeanour, and Yes!” They’ve been MEAN and to a Jekyll&Hyde extent

Only.. ahem, NONE-of-it e-v-e-r meant. Except for this u-t-t-e-r-l-y outRAGEous state of frightFULLY(!!) antagonised anxiety s-e-t to POISONOUS SEED; they [right NOW] might-just-feel the need to f-e-e-d themselves for a fee—

Of next-to-nEARLY-nothing, indeed. We see them and we D-E-F-I-N-I-T-E-L-Y wish-to-meet-them at the middle…

But, above
ALL
ELSE — our grateful gratitude with regards to their unGUARDED and selfless demeanOUR IS: above AND b-e-y-o-n-d… anything else which we could have EVER expected to e-x-p-r-e-s-s

From the pit of Our Mind’s Best Delve——
We are
these living, seething BARELY bothering to BrEaThe: imaginative millionaires