We were entering in again, at the faaaaaaaR side of just about wisely and ReGuLar, too, when: she uttered the other bliss-kissed sentences amidst almost everyone else’s state of
Craftily created M!sbehavings. When WAS their Blue-toothed tragedy really that thing with BullSh!T BatSh!T wingsAttached, or were they always really just
The utter opposite of laidback people and asking themselves the EXACT same {NUMBer of} mother effing agitating LITTLE questions again AND AGAIN… and with no ******* gaining(?) We were
Playing the fake-ol-GaMe of: proActive+Proximity WILL always win. “With its own fake-ol-game(s) of
= ridiculous anticipation.” As the four other laddered(together) pEoPlE seemed
Rapturously Impressed at their state of irregular heartbeat, WHEN(???) it’s ended UP an old and HAPPY-AS-HELL game of —> let’s just put ourselves in the f!ring l!ne (AGAIN AND AGAIN} and watch ourselves
Relax to realise: “the CEASEless need to never really get ourselves furioUSly carried a——-Way anymore (!! ) with all of this wonderful stuff penned preciously Upon our never ending ToDoL!st, even if we forever insist that
the {forever} Twist in the tale IS the most important pART, actually(.)” So, fuck the facts and ***K the statistics which give no REAL heed
To all of these terrific aNomAliEs anyway. Immediately, “please.”
