Addled together and talked-of across Irksome Universes and they still can manage at manhandling their very own known territory. She’s a story within a story and if ANYBODY ELSE REALLY WANTS FOR her personality to SH!NE, then they’ll need to know it’s been shining
A thousand times inside. She’s a dragon and a wildly wildebeest and she’s sincerely NONE OF THESE THINGS. When sitting to rewatch rewatched territory of story really is all that’s been happening inside of her War Horse eyes. They’ll snigger and sleep deeply inside of themselves again even when
Other people’s creations have been ceaselessly creating… “nothing much else, plEASE!” We’ve dreamed about dreaming of frantically stopping these dramatic {OCD} dReaMs. One part of everybody and none of ourselves. Indeed, she’s walked inside of violated times and pressed her poetic earpiece furthermore against.
Been pulling the settled strings with no end to the split ENDS and DAFTly depending on stay-away friends. What if, maybe, they managed to turn our locoEMOTIONAL STORYLINES into soothingly slow… lines of (in)appropriate Cocaine somehow, and what if she
Told the whole of the PUPPET-SHOW story in PulSaToRY rhyme anyway? Would it really {ALL OF IT} start to fall into uninhabited LINES OF LUSCIOUSLY LITERARY WASTELAND AND WOULD IT REALLY {ALL OF IT} START…
“At eventually-both-inevitably treating itself like An Unthreatened MasterPEACE… … … please.”
