We didn’t purchase the price of prioritised bliss but we did indeed Insinuate {{Such A Seriously Soothing Thing}}; the people with {guided AND DISGUISED} elements
Of surprise arising Inside Of Their Dead And Ferried Eyes really do = “tend to their very own in-between-it-all down
F
A
L
L… .” A crawl… from here to there… … to everyWHERE(??!) judgementally in-between.
She did not {{Instantly Gratify Herself}} for the sake of anyONE else, even when she underestimated the greatest thought-PROcess in this whole-snide-world.
“Harder than hell… and heaped with mounds+of+MORE=hecticity actually(!)” And the moment he saw something Sacrificial was THE MERE-eager {{{MASTERFUL}}} Moment he Saw= the
Dawning of a rigor mortis masterpiece {{{{take UnASSUMING sHaPe}}}}. “She’s been an EAGERLY aforeSAID d€ad_And-FerrIeD to within an inch
Referential person of ten-thousand trigger~happy thoughts and maybe we REALLY {all} ought to
– create… unputdownable, frown-INDUCING art” _____
for the sake of ShAkInG_UP the whole Entire Idealised/Idolised industry. When(??), though, did She
(Ever get to) Parcel-wrap herself in {enough} poisonous portrayal… because he {really} wants to knowHOW(?) THE ****(!!)
On eARTh
These dead and, AheM, buried(, actually,) bodies maDe, AND st(ill) will MANAGE TO MAKE {again AND again}, mounds of trigger happysEnSe.”
