Ours were the delicate little DeathTraps/ the good God what the effing hell happened to her “moments of utter nonsense actually.”
They were mixed up in the bed with all these other sorts of stuffed Til Filled PeopLe
Of no minds and absolutely “NO…” mention of heads. We didn’t even mean for it to make
Hectic kinds of other utterances of stuff. They are —- cured to coming UP all glad and haPpILy and certainly certain as to her
(Own) Undeniable “bliss fuelled happyLESS.” What if, though, they shrink inside of themselves and take the dogs and the rest of them tHeRelayabout people and put ‘em all in
A bag of dastardly ol chaOs again actually? But perhaps all of her ‘maybes’ really Were Of Their own U-T-T-E-Rtime and pACE. Place?! “Who
~~ Even truly used to cuss and caUSe themselves to c-a-r-e anymore(???)” About the rabbit in the mother fucking headlights
