They’ve been calculating the state of utter comeuppance actually, except to admit that it’s been
Beautiful beyond their wildest DreAms, and we scream: with that state of equal UnIsOn, indeed.
“We’ve been… bothering the other people for the sake of staking our layabout and eagerness of claim; to do the right thing they’LL need to REMAIN—-
painstakingly imperfect actually, and that’s—
A godDAMN given.” Even if we were to’ve understood that need for soliloquy understanding, it didn’t even mean that we’ve had our bliss~fuelled minutes NUMBERED.
It’s a word… or perhaps PERCHANCE.. as many as even10(?) non NEGOTIABLE things running At The Centre Of Our CrucifiX~SouL
Do it again… go gently ahead of yourselves and MENTION e-x-a-c-t-l-y(!!) what it may take… to break… into the insides of their encyclopaediC mindS and to FINally find…
The only~ever existence we really did need: “to aforesaid breathe
like a NeanderThal group of —>> stellar-faced, BraVadoLed tRoops.”
Ain’t T-H-A-T the truth ~~< when… … … We ADMITTEDLY stunned OURsELVES into running out of regular words aGAIN.
And the S-I-L-E-N-C-E-D stAge serioUSly appEARS to’ve been set: At delirioUS selfCOMBUST. “As they trust: in the most painstaking process imaginable –
whilst P-U-R-E-L-Y prioritising THEIR wraparound LEFThand(!)” As it starts
to write
As if beLONGING to that
Of an Eleven~Year~Old Child . Mild at first, albeit Manically SelfPREPARED to starE
down === the barrel of an electrified imagination’s favourite game of Risk & Reward(!) As she Carefully Catches herself
Watching him watch her…
“WATCH THEM.”
