“If They Saw What We Couldn’t Control Then They Might {Like To} Try And Understand Our Livid, sEeThIng Wishes To Adhere To Our Very Own Dostoyevskian Determinations”

A fantasy called uncontrollable inner-determination Anyway, a way to spend ALL OF THEIR DAzed weeks and years, actually, filling in these

Uncountable blanks. She’s been breathlessly breathing whilst she simultaneously sPriNkLes golddust – a surefire MUST – inside of

His million dollar eyes: “we don’t seem immediately interested at all in vIbRatInG for the sake of EvErYbOdy elSe’s brain…

When it’s been—/ understanding half-heartedly its own

darkFantasiesEntrapment.” She’s probably floundering within her two_tonne thickness-of-brain and making

Dali feel like a leftover ImBecIlE of purely past the point of anxiously examined industriousness, and IF we must:

Constantly control the ear aching nature of our dealt-harshly-by-our-very-own-brains cards then

That’ll have to do too. Definitely AND most probably IMMEDIATELY, true.

We weren’t going to take it on anymore / this tougher-than-that rOugH old Version of unpronounceable distortion. Be it mental or physical we stILL see the Upside In Being:

Delicately Dostoyevskian

That treasured endeavour called ——>> chaotic comprehension and LETTING IT ALL BE(…)

While our brains bleed LIKE A CRADLED CATASTROPHE… for The Thickness Of The Thinking-man’s Alternative BrEeZe: “easily.”