Perhaps we were as open to tricks as intricate as littleBIG fat elephants In The Summertime and famously FANtasising about the ..
Weight
_of mischievousness inside our lightly lit minds. Heading off to the previously misPlAcEd partyplAce {inside of our WaxWork heads}. We
Ended up apologisingPARTLY(..) for the hAzArDouS man staring brazenly inside
Of the backFiring of black-mirror: “about to contemplate his satiated state of utter ego_inflation, and it’s actually flattering as **** To’ve
FINally learnt _how to stop and state the deliriously obvious to this particular fusing of oblivious AND LiVid people.” And even when she seemed sure of the sugar-sedated people surrounding her high-calibre mind,
….. he still manages to perceive {TO FIND} another woman of —-
RaRe and reasonable reckoning AsWell : that… evenly thought-out thing about
“Altering the First+Aid+Kit time while their conversations grow brand-new and angular Perspectives VIA LOUD-SHOUT OF MIND, and ALL THE WHILE… … secretively leaning curiously toward
——— -> Instantaneous and undeniable insight.” And IF this IS their feather-weight fight with fleeting freedom then WHAT(?) of IT… and how can they really latter-day manage to stay… both
“Pure as paraphrased and plagiarised eejits and stILL(!!) _____ utterly AtOne with every+other+person and their Pandemonium—>Push——> toward == low-Calibre creation(?)”
Maybe… we can’t have it all actually = and that’s the best fLicKerFlamE part {to remain: mentally} imaginable . That attempt at a last-ditch itch which hadn’t even asked to be
Scratched
