If, though, we sat satiated and insisted on Beijing in the-WeiGhT-of-The-Wintertime DisplaCed then they may just manage at
Making time for our minds —- “to try for a rhododendron-cry! She’s thrilled about the proper prospect of the people with arms for wings and she’s
Insisting, even, that they’ve been boiled in hot-heated water enough times BY-NOW to take her bestialised breath away… .”
What we
Did
not suggest was a sudden shift AND HALT… in sugarcoated PROceedings. And what’s been additionally AlterED IS THE WAY THAT OUR Outlandishly TwiSteD OCd~BRaiNs
“Stay. The. Same.” It isn’t about the way we portray ANYTHINGelse TO THEM plain inSaNelY PeoPlE anymore. Than it’s ALWAYS-BEEN-BEFORE. It’s about the
Telling tale of taking our brains to the BACKEND of THE BRAVEST GraVe ImAginAbLe when – “impending” – IT bounces back to matter and fACT reality, if it will have US yet again. “GLADLY.”
When ticking time-bombs carry all-of-the-UNASHAMED-weight and we still will feel FULL-way sedaTeD.
As satisfactorily satisfied people go they’ve been dragging their obedient eye-sockets AND LOPSIDED HiGh-heElS across the lands again AND AGAIN… and asking: “for a relentless LeVeL Of
Excruciating NorMalCy, please.” And if they cannot have that then at least give them everything (eLsE with wings)
