If theirs is a silent nature and if it’s breaking its own ground rules Into place then let’s
Take the poetic part IN ALL OF THAT… and deadlift DAFTly antagonise its parlance of summarise – its lifelong attempt at acting purely and painstakingly resilient. We were
Fighting about in the pitch of morning tiMe when she started to excite her lively ol Monday Mind. It’s…. its own…
Endeavour set to be an upside down pleasure and we sure do _\ wish that it had’Ve been… “breathless and breathtaken away… from all of them…
Delicate, hardheaded people who knew the Score And Since Early to EARLY AGAIn, actually, doors.” We were
Sitting in antagonised alleyways and in large Ass buses back ‘home’ (((again))) and making amends for the sake of Sitting still… STILL surfing the web… of a life
… caught in an automatic TwIsT of irregardless of it BLI$$(!)
•AND amidst cobwebbed cornering’s of a lightly suicidal KIND. And we didn’t get slipped inside of an age old FaBlE for no reason….
We got slipped inside to hold the tenacity of adventurous timeAtBay… and to “heroically invite these perished peopleBack… from life.” And SLIPPED like us//// slap, bang into an artistic retreat in the middle of mere EAGER+Minnesota.
An artisTIC reTREAT OF theAtriCal intelligence… and dangled… … … deliciously close to the BONE OF OUR BesT BeHaVioUrs, or so we ((can only)) hope.”
