They haven’t even managed to alter their own minds taste for the Dostoyevskian stranglehold, it’s been.. ultimately this unromantic actually thing.. of utter purpose and wrong way down bLiSs. They have tWiSteD their lips Til enthused and kissed — another ONE-hundredth-THOUSANDTH person whilst cussing to the point of no return…
(Enough times NOW to bow DOWN regardless of THAT and to hold their VERY own hearts hostage a FAIR while…) What they have been simultaneously trying to do is NOT TO OVER-ENTHUSE… …
Their merry-minds, to stay —-
ComFORTably CAlM and QuanTifiAbLY CoNteNt amidst; an indecisive iMbAlAnCe for the ages(.) it gives him NO WAGES..
Pages and motherfucking pages of ageless RAGE. It’s been coming at a most beautiful AND disgustingly disGRUNTled pACE(…) DiShEveLleD is her manicured making of RADIANT face
Begging to become: this comfortably contrary and adolescent thing again.
