There were no heroes and nothing but for UTTERLY upended Zeros. She’s AT the oppositeEND of the people who dared TO STARE… and acting precarious as can’Ve possibly been ANYWAY. When we’ve lost the will-to-spill all of the beans and bOunCe_aBoUt tHe PREordained plACE!
When they’ve hectically PROceeded at purely probable pACE, actually.
Having even endedUP alarming the alarmed people of mixed and magnificent hEriTaGe. Where’s the PUREST point in processing OURSELVES BACK TOGETHER yet again inside of a mollycoddled MinD-oF-LiEs when it all just… MUST’VE been its very own
Granted game of “let’s get ‘em into the parts of the PASSION-filled, pUlSaTinG building which eerily sing and, THEN, we can still —- fancy our pragmatically AwRy ChaNCeS!”
At borrowing a playfully plagiarised DanCe from the people of mysteriously displaced eccentricities – “really, they immediately seem to have Carried This Engrained FeelingFOR TROUBLE-SEEKING (inside of themselves AGAIN)
For fetching the Death of Their Very Own Sentences and Upending them AnyWay/entirely
__ ‘til TERRIFICALLY TiLteD to wIthIn tHe eDgeS of their very own brevity of being
