1. We sat inside of something else viciously worthy of its WAITING GAME. We sized-UP the illiterate OpPoSiTioN and asked for their mind in literary MarrIaGe please. “He’s trying for OVER-THE-TOP
literary CONcoction (probably) and readying himself ‘til totally readily aware” – as to the
2. Break in behemoth breathing. “She didn’t seek for anything (else) but for utter pleasure in promise-and-pain in ALMOST equal measurements, pl-EASE(!!)” When E-X-A-C-T-L-Y what we won’t wanna do is we won’t wanna
3. Officiate inside of their mammoth heads. Because, Guess What? They all are actually that MAMMOTH THING just that some shall
4. Reinvigorate themselves enough times through-the-tough-times to set their layabout life: “Alight.” Frightful, in fact – “HOW(??)” they actually managed to ALLY IT ALL generously TOGETHER amidst this TwiSt In UttErLy effing illogical interplay. She’s
5. Marketing herself as a part of the “next!!” peace of sanguine ART, “please.” And if we really HAVE-TO watch her play this game and at
Utter and UpSiDE-dOwN paces-of-play then so be that the thing which spreads its
6. Iconic wings. So be it… “splayed and merrily DelAyED.”
