Maybe it was with lying-eyes (THAT) they denied themselves that pick of the crop personality. And maybe they were serious PEOPLE peppered in PREORDAINED Wisdom Who Didn’t EVEN (dare to) care—-
about being these heirs to their terrifically upside_wayward throne
“Yes” and “No” men need not apply, “please.” As we generally-both-gently interpret exactly what it will take
To turn an artist’s agitated heart: “back to mere eager basics, indeed.” She’s been making immaculate MisTaKeS And writhing about the place inside of her substitute-of-mind, as these space-age peripherals decide to
Judgementally d€c0d£ their very own state of fish-tank bewilder. “Magnified and When(??) we weren’t even happy: but PROBABLY because we CERTainly weren’t mother ******* sAd at all actually”
-and they trembled at the sedated (state of the) girls placed at the back of the
Silenced by Segregated Sedation Classroom: “and seeking for something… FINally fearsome AND INTRICATELY instilled.” Even if they were all of these aforesaid things TEN TIMES MULTIPLIED by a million (miles———-Wide))
anyway.
