Perhaps aptly as Dostoyevskian as they can ever have advised themselves to quantifiably imagine it. And she’s been toiling with destruction for the sake of these
Reprobate and repeatable wannabes who do tend to awfully-WELLrepeatOFFENDeverBODYelse’s sense of intelligence, and they’ve EVEN walked wild-and-free and asking for the purCHASEable Price of
Ahem.. “a strange and stirringLITTLE thingRESTED Nervously between… their thumb and forbidden forefinger called… a hundred dollar bill, Y’all.”
“When we are all relatively antagonised we will do ourDamn best-TO-REMAIN intriguingly silent.”
There’s a swan-song inside of their coffee-TIME(!!) mind and it appears to be this freest Individual entire entity (yet).
Of: under enTITLEDbli$$(..) yes. They may well have kissed her twist-of-finger and wrist and wrestled that aforementioned hundred dollar bill YA’LL from her MightOfStarryeyedMind—)) you’ll find it TO HAVE CRAWLED
Back UP (D-E-E-P-L-Y) inside of their AntAGONIZED Desires – “and they will die, delighted AND deludedly depressed, actually.” Hell hath.
