They were indulgent little big bad mAd Bastard sonsoBITCHES, pleeeeeeAaaSe. We’ve been dragging ourselves typically Dostoyevskian throughOUT —-and
Into another ******* realm of acrimonious understanding. It’s easy and hard at both sanely suggestive times to be these insanely suitable to themselves individuals.
We are kindly asking you all to lose your jackets and, Ahem, leather~faced minds at the door and to pour in here—> “like a group of stirred UP little also cans.” It’s not an initially inebriated thing and it’s
Definitely NOT what they taught their minds to t-h-i-n-k it might’ve been. “Keen eyed, aforesaid Acrimonious individuals with their minds abstaining for a little big bad MaD BASTARDING WHILE: we do not care if we do tend to struggle and smile… … .” On into the hood~BeDraggLeD neighbourhood Of NiGhT(…) like these
Stereo, ahem… -Physical, actually, criminals of overloaded hearsay(!) Maybe they were wrong at some suggested point and that’s
About as bAAAAAd(!) as it can get – that beautiful BounCe, though:: “just… how on ******* earth did we ever manAGE to sHaTtEr ourselves GENTLY back together again(?!)”
Only.. NOT. Even.
we can ever get to t-r-u-l-y comprehend how it ALL came
Ahem, “comfortably A croPper Actually.” The rain poured and, YeT, we st(ill) adored the bones of OurSelves — because that IS all we had LEFT… YET: “welcome to the BUILD back UP”
