When silence sounds like = a segregated master-peace. When it kills its own time kindly, plEASE(.) She’s got good news about the situation and she might like to
Take another shot – at pitting her wItS whimsically against All These HighMinded PeoplE(!) We don’t mean to’ve been = brought back to our knees and feeling
“The fate play its own GaMe of GraceUnderNeath= fire. And why, Oh, why can they not
Consider to CalCulAte the state of u-t-t-e-r institution. Institutionalised and breaking AT the breathe of the bRaIn. To believe
In upside down ultimatums.” They knew their own deepBENEATHminds and went with it anyway… to that place of momentarily mollycoddled wherewithal.
When we drew the BESTIALISED+best breaths that KNEW:
“There very own state of upperclA$$ Merchandise.”
