If they told you the whole truth… “you’d die with utter embarrassment for saying that you survived.”

Maybe it’s an impossibility with its feet dug so damn deep and UnIqUe in the sands of time that

Their rhyme never even needed the necessity to bReAthE = amidst caffeine and upSide DoWn(their Pinocchio nose..) Cocaine.

No such shape of shame what they’ve been to do in their time of utter NEED. It’s this… weak at the knees feeling of—> acting

“… Yeah, that’s pretty ducking damn Hopeful afterAll(!)”
Where we were whenever stacks of mountain caps cocaine takes merciful aim is:: beyond our ‘better’ selves again…

It’s this… Utopian feeling of reaching for anything that can = ramify their bAlLaNcEd state of utter happiness actually.

Yes it’s been impossible to decipher and possibly the worst (HEAD-)case scenario altho~

“Our need-not-kNOw source of ultimate survival technique really is::: beyond speakable indeed(.)” and if they did~and~do carry a single gift with them then it’s the gift

Of owning a million VerSionS oF tHe Same Sane mInD only with

all
of
the NEGOTIABLE time = “to make it up as we go along.” Pondering what they’ve already answered (for themselves) by now