If we weren’t exactly inebriated then – TRY AGAIN… “and we definitely weren’t mightily aware: as to the precise nature of a nocturnal Neanderthal’s ability to fEeL as effedUP and real as a
Resilient demonstration in UTTER SILENCE actually.” We’ve nurtured our perFectLy interrupted by ballet dancing etiquette bodies and souls to the UTMOST
+ extent of complete aforesaid awareness and fitting ourselves in FLEETINGLY again like a picturesque and flamboyant KerryBased Hotel and… “Standing To Sit At The End Of its DELIBERATE and salutary Tether.” Random themes, indeed, but we’ve been seeking to set our Mile A Minute MinDs To Some Sort of Seed(..) A placement in time, perhaps, and UpsetSomeWhat by THEIR eerie little leVel Of break_even RhYme… “sometimes?”
They won’t really wanna excite overexcited anyway minds, won’t even nearly wanna — “tend to other persons and their inability to SEE
A way in and through it all yet again.” There’s a certainMOST explanation LIVING TO BREATHE… … and she’s been jigsawing it all together NerVouSlY: that spectacular lady of earthbound BliSs. We won’t feel too HARD DONE BY anymore even though their
Attempts at idyllic aforesaid – AGAIN(!!) – awareness really is ++ of its very own ‘time’. So… **** these crying eyes and their NOTORIOUSLY-both-utterly unable ability to sit and watch -== )) “wired right eyes make
Dystopian AND UTOPIAN seNse of Themselves please.” But what if: “we never really tried for ANYTHING _ OTHER THAN:: “beleaguered uncertainty amidst these WORN-OUT SPACES of smileHAPPY his?” And what if, EXACTLY: “they turned (their) cold shoulders and waited to watch
Us anyway
Living inside of their peripheral V!S!ON:: and achingly acting as unanimous, actually, as a puncheD-Out and PunchDrUnK Pariah of precarious deliberateness.”
See, when you’ve tasted everything-else worth its tether IN HEAVYWEIGHT GOLD — “then you’ll definitely have been lending your mind to worn-away wings anyway. And as for the rest? An inability to unimpress please
