We held hella-hectic hands that dance. We rounded-up the irreparably bleak-UnIqUe troops and stooped — “to a level unknown to anyone. She’s been preparing for the wIldneSs-of-ThE-Decade Ahead-of-herself and
Singing it to all of these tenacious People anyWAY!” We aren’t really sure of the whole-damn-thing, aren’t even preparatorily aware as to the wisely wishes of these
Tangled-UP in tUrmoiL People. “When some of us seek to sUrViVe ThE VerySameThings AS EVERYONE ELSE… only ever inside of our aforesaid hella-hEcTiC HeAdS.” She’s being as emphatically upstanding today, IT SEEMS, as She’s Ever readily-BOTH-REASONABLY been
A bottom-dollar delinquent with fingers (wEdGeD) inside enough pies
To send ANY damN-dastardly man to their favouriteBEST imprisonment: “TIMES-TEN!!”
