Maybe it is in-fact nice for them to’ve enveloped themselves quite literally ACTually and posted their sorrow-filled souls to the most Uproarious persons tragically reimagined. And maybe there’s a telling-tale which needs no more Snail-PaCeD sentences but for the lopsided way (that) she says:
“A few too many wide-eyed things. We’ve Infuriated ourselves and delved nearly AkiN to these
Homespun HeroEs of utter automatic onomatopoeia.” Perhaps she’s paused her lifelong-LIVeLonGer breath so as NOT TO MENTION
All the SELFISH-men who rode themselves in akin to
Geriatrics with ROTTING SOULS and nothingMUCH-ELSE left to divulge IN THAT MERE-eager MOMENT. “That awkwardly OVERexposed underToNe of aforesaid —-again—- Uproarious THE MOST persons with a large proportion of
HindsightH!LAR!TY actually
And happening ENDLESSLY amidst this instantaneously maRRed inSTANCE of sophisticated bLiSs.” And she’s EVEN been trying to trip over herself yet-again so as to make
… … … her very next Self-expressive SenTeNcE MEAN ******* nothing-MUCH-else to anyone else anyWAY. Way she sees fit, she’s actually altered the TiMe_ and the DaTe_ of their sEdAteD ArriVaL ON THE BroKeN sOCiaLsCeNE of scatterCRASH butterflies
Who do dash——- to diiiiiiVe…………. ____>
so as to
Place a barb-wired STOP(!!)-sign R!GHT inside of their___ roller-derby minds.
