If there was a name of the game then: it’d have to’ve been called:: shy~eyed happiness

They brought it all back because we have to have been these

Other people of circumstantial abbreviations, and if she doesn’t lie this time it might just.. antagonise their Dastardly Disguise = it’s

Often aptly appropriated and other times UTTERLY non=negotiable(!) and if

“They really did deserve to’ve been playfully played with theN
What’s the effing hell problem with us ALL not even haVing notifieD ourselves of our own sense of ‘dOoM’(?!)”

These gloom-ridden people of “Hello again… .” Happenstance= they didn’t even dance but, RathEr that T-H-A-T… that they were …

Absolutely p-u-s-h-e-d to a place of irrevocABLE onomatopoeia: • we were wheeling around on our own two feet when they

— dedicateD the next three dEcAdeS to US all actually, to having given ourselves the Push AND the ShoVe our minds and limbs DID j-u-s-t-l-y deserve.

And if there is a commonplace obsession shared COMMONLY between all of them UniQuEly real PeopLe: “it’s gonna be about drinking Coca-Cola Soda for their juvenile souls and sending themselves -AGAIN-

Comfortably sugar-FACE drunk on, insofar as it goes..

Upside~down beer to sTeEr them abSENT/ABSINTHE & clear of any ol fEAR. Which isn’t even a thing, REALLY. Seriously, ThougH…

“it really ******* isn’t.”