She was insistent again upon bringing it with her – the whole entire way and “WHAT A WAY.. to go
Wildly into another nocturnal night of = Rembrandt Remembering’s.” It’s hardish to’ve
Melted away inside of the searing hot sun: “JUST ONE, and all awhile her elongated smile reaches for ——
Delicately euphoric TEMPTATION actually.” And why(??) might we have been ogling in her utter discretionary direction but certainly because
She knew of nothing else but for.. the paused impasse which will in fact fetch to suit
A million other eager SOULS(… … ..).
And if we really need for her to regulaTe to (de)regularise her GrandioseMind then let’s be
“Strenuously invested actually in fetching our own source of utter AND COMPLETEfahrenheit Surroundings.”
Delve inside of our starry-eyed minds to find— something which suits everything, everyONE… some mother’s SUN – “as she stares UP at the glare of a heaving heaven (and perhaps H€LL) and stARTS to imagine these
Monstrously+enlArged+memories.” Take fantasised ShaPe
