What if they didn’t even anticipate the unanticipated and what of it if they undertook another set of regularised rules(?) It is hectic at ITS nestled BEST and utterly upside down romantically and tragically poetic at its worrisome worst///
We were… sitting pretty and haVing the time of our lives amidst this…. “sentient state of trustIng in a process that no one else gets.”
Crossing the other part of parallel prestigiousness will take an insufferable amount of clout.
But we do it every single shoddy little shedding of a shuddering AND BRAND NEW day/- “we do the things which none of them possibly can.”
WE dance=== as though a mountain Atop of our bRokeN down back. And trying to transform it (ALL) into —- this… “finally FEATHER-weight thing.”
