The Art of__ Finding Another Gear Called: ‘Granted A Thousand Times Over’

What if we wring our own necks beneficially and snigger with the people slightly addled at the stage set in front of their Rosemary-RED-Minds anyway? Would they really all of them have to sit and STARE and seem as eager as ever, or were we all just

Broken back together like a jovial DISASTER-piece that had no real reckoning anyway? We’ve moved our might of mind To Find It All A scheme of courageous leadership ANYWAY, and if she REALLY wants for the full-on people to REALLY

Relay their own state of fate then so be it – “let ‘em all go madly DAFTly INTO THE (mid)NIGHT… and at the drop of a Magician’s dilapidated Hat.

“Those GODDAMN RABBITS, though!!” Flamed-insane and rIoToUsLy rEasoNinG with their very own state of featherweight fate ONLY
PILED
A
MILLION
TIMES
ATOP
OF
THE
OTHER

and treated like (these) Mile-a Minute ImBecIles that they really could’ve never dreamed to’ve been