They’ve indeed been steady-faced individual imbeciles in the light of all things actually darkened to the brim of a wideAlive shadow. We’ve narrowed the truthful rules and chaotically-BOTH-chronically caused them ALL
To lose touch with a spurned-by-themselves, maybe, reality. She’s been ingrained with a sense-of-humour which stays no such distance indeed, as she’s taken bullets to the brawn of the brain A THOUSAND TIMES TOO MANY(!!)
What’s actually happened hasn’t even touched the surface of CONstant catastrophe, as she ends her sentences with a shudder and grab of UTTER AUTOMATIC onomatopoeic portrayal.
We’ve listened to her rabbiting-on like an emotionally disturbed locomotion train inside of said brain :: “and
We would quite like to
Get a second ******* chance at dancing in the shower inside of all our nakedSTATE OF sporadic survival technique.” Strange, indeed, but ultimately a GOAL with no way but home. She’s
Seriously scared the mother ******* shit out of herself enough times NOW to turn most people into holy ******* ghostly portrayals of THEMSELVES. “And if we really wanna, like… REALLY retaliate with the words pUlsAtinG iNsIdE oF hEr uPsIde-dOwN-aGaIn mInD then we’re really gonna
Have to :: “make sure she’s been making sense inside of her mostly dilapidated head.” And if we’d precisely sent ourselves to’ve felt all of her SuddenMost chaotic feelings for ourselves… and inside of the quicksand-of-mind which it creates to sedate…
Then we would definitely have died::: “a thousand times inside of our very own laugh-out-loud MiNdS.” But she didn’t, and she won’t, and SHE WILL
… … … Smile a million times ‘til the death-of-Dawn surrenders itself LIKE a colossal YAWN(!!)
