It wasn’t that they didn’t know what to do, it wasn’t even a question of being there for themselves at all anymore.
And somehow(?) they are
Being these people of generously giving, ahem… animosity actually. And we seem to shall-have-to — consider aLtEriNg every next thing to suit
The seen AND SEEMS-to-be: imPOSSIBLE(!) “Drying their eyes drip, drip
DryAgain is all-it-did-take(..) MAAAAYBE(?) For these tailspinMulti-Millionaires to feel farther than f-r-€-€.”
Where we’ve been is none of your BUTCH CASSIDYandTheSunDaNcEKiD business actually; and that will have to be-/ a roundabout HEREwrap.
The next-time they eventually DO wrap their wArPinG Of eYeS and mindAround All-of-nothing
Is precisely when(?)…
“the time of day did-NOT-appear to evenMatterAtAllToThey.” When the tick-tocking of time found its OwNRhyMe—
— “and they will dry-their-eyes and cLiMb… like clockwork cRaZy(!)”
———)) for a oneMILLIONTH T-I-M-E!!!!!! That’s where they are.. one touched butterfly away from barefaced beauty. Soon as they get to prove themselves
IncrediblyINcorrectAgain.
