~~~ “if they are what they eat theN… what in the name of shit happened To These endlessly Edible People(?!)”

They delicately dressed themselves in all sorts of utterly utopian inter-placement and they’ve been making Up the TweaKinG of InHospitable words to word their very own

Way to understand the sophisticated level of a mathematical sentencing to utter contentment. If they’d been stuck then we may as well’Ve added them to our list of unHELPable People actually, and if

The loneliness inside of their happiness of mind really did carry its own strength of sentencing… then why don’t we act NONE TOO shy of the mark and ARM INarm… enthuse their spark of InTelligence Back to believing. The suffering sense of a ‘mastermind’s’ utter breath is

“Lucky to’ve stayeD the Unequivocal DistanCe.” It’s a feeling of having been… high on life and widening their multifaceted artistic interpretations whilst the remainder remain

Psychologically “InSaNe.”