If we watch ourselves walk and talk in unequal measurements actually then maybe we will start at combining our favourite BEST titles together yet again + and making lousy kinds of sense of nothing at all else anymore
There were many other ways that they wished to go with their whole facade ‘cept for the MERE EAGER fact that she’s
Been cussing the insides of her OUT-SIDE life again(!!) It hasn’t even been the one and only hope for them to’ve
++ actually leaned in AND NATTERED again and to’ve ACTUALLY fended for the tenTHOUSAND people who’ve been bloody well besotted with their Warrior-like minds anyway.
If they had to admit to anything they’d ADMIRABLY admit to IT TO’VE BEEN the wrong types of things for them to’ve been idly admiring. The rest of the clan can gather their very own sorts of determinations TOGETHER, too… as
We try for The Trippiest Fuck*ng lifestyle imaginable: when we did not even manage to break bread without causing an awful lotta holyFUCKIN* juxtapositions FROM STUTTERING TO A stART, ONLY MINUS EVEN OUR INITIAL REALISATION, “such is the way of the
… mundanely maniacal old world OF YOURS.” And what if, though: “he isn’t the only ludicrous soldier who foresaw his own state of utter fucKin* +
Disinterest?” As we turnOFF our hotwired brains again and again and fUcKsAK* fend for THESE aforesaid ten thousand ___ mere eager imbeciles, because we can=
Take a dip inside of our refurbished ******* brains and finally break bread — with enough people who DETERMINEDLY-said:: “the utterly fucki*g wrong TYPE($) OF things” —-
even if
Their limitless perspectives were a billion mother effinG dollops of outlandish understandings
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P anyway. {when it took them E V E R Y T H I N G just to sit {rEckLessLy} still and {exhaustively} understand the utter nature of a bRoKeN DoWN Neanderthal}
