It’s proBably pretty impossible to get ahead with that level of verbatim; they are what they weren’t before and they’ve
Done this achieved thing with: their eyes blinded by the fright of
Unsightly Frankenstein. It’s been an Impossible Lean On In, and it’s been
Unfashionably late actually. They did this with their own personalities streeeetched to the end of its bliss filled understanding.
— we don’t need to pay them a Visit anymore, or they We; the man in the middle with the TICking TimeBomb of mind seems to
EquateHimself to nEARLY understanding everything. “Altho~ we actually need to know NO-thing really.”
Except for her egalitarian visitation to the place wherein milestones became hailstones became
The depth of a secretively forgottenGrave. “Brave… barbwired little alsoRans with anticipated survival IN MIND, they are
Hot as hell as they…. shirk at the collar of classless survival.” Been dressing themselves UP to settle old Scores, actuALLY
… about to readily pOUR atop of something utterly
ParcelWrapped and sent back:: to a wArPeD state of SENTImental MiSunDerSTANDING.
