What if we told them everything and went – “happily into the obliging night?” It’s brightly frightFUL just how far away we —- “all were. When our words-of-mind tried for unanticipated bliss. Shuts-down the doors some-MORE… and remotely juxtaposes herSELF yet again!”
If they saw Wildfire die then they definitely saw anguished eyes find – yet another just-such-wAy To sAy: “a whole load of mother-******* upside-wise things. What SHE DID to release the insides of herself to Everybody-else.”
What if when the balance IS BoNkeRs and she’s been valiantly trying to PRISE Magnified, up-all-night eyes? And what happened then, when Shirley Slaughterhouse reprioritised scepticism-of-eye? And dragged her bold, old… AnD Worrisome SelF to the edge… “of
Inattentive delirium!!” As utterly intuitive as she ALL is
{Beginning to beg-to-be!}
