When we hid behind ourselves and went anyway – anyhow. That mere eager way, indeed, in-which we can AND cannot – begin to understand the people with the upside down creations TAKING ShaPe. The part in it all called work for its worth GenIuS. She’s

Overbearing and being about as bloody well angered as a stop START masterpiece CAN BE. She’s a bloodlust wildebeest and she feasts hook line n sinker upon these

Ugly old handsomely dressed vagabonds, “Sir.” It’s a serenely set scene and she seems — about as barking mad ambitious as anyone else has and HAD ever been. “Blue collar conundrums at hand n all, she falls to her welterweight knees to beg “AGAIN…”

“PLEASE… stop turning your wanderlust smiles into these lightning rods for layabout desires OF THEIRS. It’s just been TOO-HARD to handle the

Bucket and spade paraded existence anymore.” He’LL try for vying for her attention to his unmentionable way with supremely set wordings anyway, his way with lopsided mannerisms indeed…

When we caught ourselves seeing what’s welterweight we did tend to argumentatively retreat – and at purely symbolic pace. She’s ready, ready… “READDDDDYYYYY to race

__________———— With the tide on her irreparably uNiQuE side.” Until… stand-offish and standing tall inside of a crowd of eEriLy ReAl people became

Its own game of throw all of their working words at the world, please.” And see where WE each get to inevitably sit, With Our Wonderful Minds delicately both DEAFENINGLY DiSplAceD