Perchance she might make her maniacal mind up-both-out
Of this tenway hellhole called complete and radiant asphyxiation – be it as it may be, she tends nauseatingly toward unbelievably failing at Succeeding to reach
her Unmatched potential – drink all of it in, please
tapped trapped nerves both self-Nurturing and kept themselves hostaged aside violently aside Enthusiastically silenced… for Now
viciously pressed both pulled ‘til three-fold pushes itself sacrilegiously With-in
A mind-numbing, number-obsessed portal-slash-comatose orDEAL, to next-to-nowhere so very Solvently Suggestive anymore… …
she hears-no-evil yet she Sees it all
with every-single-other-which meandering and Manoeuvrable way
that her alarmed eyesight can claustrophobically Contend with
Catching frightfully radioactive fire and these flames start, start
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upon the palm Of Salvador Dali’s heART
Born to build bridges and to take them back to pieces again
Salvador Dali – “I don’t do drugs. I am drugs.”
