Because of that they were ending up starting at the middle ONCE AGAIN. We weren’t really drifting between upside down bliss and other seriously, ahem… serious things. We were
Opening our crystal clear eyes and trying… to ably be: “utterly impossible with the insides of our torn asunder beings. It’s only just begun… with One Such Ticker-tape, tick-tick-TOckInG of {a} lock, stock, and smoking-barrel gun.” Safer people near the back {end of things}} shall measure (their) (lopsided) life in points… of… purely… pragmatic anticipations amidst an overnight stay with the outsides , actually , “of her personable m!nD.”
It’s life, perhaps, L!VED Inside of A Glass-Va$€ (in shards and stILL) Called CrystalClearPersuasion and it didn’t even matter that we’d needlessly bRoKeN everything. We didn’t really care anymore… “about taking sip, sip… “S!!!!PS” of Neanderthal tea and breaking moulded old bread with no one else anymore.”
This was done – with a thousand jOlTs Of DisBelIef To tHe HeaD – “gently BOTH BRAVELY steAdied.”
