They’ll have lavished themselves til pretty in pinkish purple overcoats and begging to’ve
Understated everyone else: “with their mimicry of giving a falsified sh!T.” It’s highly recommended that they
Take the paintbrush and do not rush… far too hard into the utterly unKNOWN now. And if they really want anything then they’ll utterly want to feel:
So very far awaaaaay from fucked Up on purPOSE…that they cannot even feel it anymore. When there were..
Ways at being overambitious without even trying all that hard to be ever-silly and seen. When ever we don’t need
To partake in the (hell!sh!!!) height of utter artistic folly that’ll be the perfectish time
—->> to round ourselves and our nearest -not necessarily dearest- friENDS UP AND (away and)
OfficiallyLeanIn: against -again- our thinking membrane. What if, though, we didn’t even need to think about
How the hell she
Went at it again and again and AgainstEveryoneElse: Only In THE most resolute and beautifully manicured and pragmatic way.
Maybe it’s been A SceneStealingMasterpiece, or maybe it’s gonna become—
That particular thing with—- wraparound wings:: “and she Cannot, and WillNot
Attempt to explain
the intricacy of a LoudMOUTHED industry of punchsober people anymore.”
