What of it though / if the moon managed to nurture the **** outta everyone else. What if this thing with wings is a hellbent masterclass. And what if.. they threw all that We Seemed to Know… at
Another oddness of delicate Shape(?) It’s Uproarious and heinous MayBe to feel—— part paralysed and pART perfected actually. Even more of the same stuff If it became EVEN tougher than that
To really walk Upon wildfire OF MIND and narrow their earthbound eyes toward== an eleventh hour of sky(.) and why were we earning our worth whilst hurting the ones… at the back of the clashROOM actually?
There’s this… lapse and pause for thought… this… singular poetic injustice catering for
endlessly intelligent endeavour called…. “pissingUPon the fire while their mindsDELIGHT(!) at something else utterly
Brilliant. That double standard thing of banging on HARD AND HAPPY AND HELLA significant.” We did this… to happen at our own pace, to make
Whimsical people of once upon a time: shy little interfering FecksOme Somebodies. But most of all(??) they did this to
Settle down now and count…. to one million without losing their minds, Which can happen at the fLiP oF A cOiN
