They were taking their words from the dictionaries which didn’t. Really… exist? Were even
Ransacking their miraculous minds for the sake of releasing fake pent UP regret. A regression that took its own breath… “back actually.” She’s
A two Popes Kinda Gal, in that she always likes to love the devil’s delight and smartly dress casually, ActUally, for the Lord’s MakeBELIEVE mass. Irascible religious angst, perhaps?
We weren’t even slightly unimpressed with how they – nurtured their people’s prioritised minds. It’s been coming and it isn’t gonna go away…
Any sinless time soon. She’s —- “avid about concentrating on being
Perfectly… ok.” She’s EVEN BEEN “swanning about like HER CORNER OF THE WORLD did depend on it, actuALLY.” If we’ve taken their best beliefs with us then we may as well-//
Ask them: “if he ever really loved the state of her felt-tip brain anyway, or was it all just one BIG JoviAl MotherBLOODY unhandled unDerStandInG…
in believing in seven-seconds of unashamed, ahem, shame.”
