If we danced with mania in mind then we didn’t do it except for… “exactly right.” There’s a person sitting with a sardine sandwich and she seems slightly addled AND equally SM!TTEN
with the edges of herself actually. She’s been crawling all over her very own mind {again} and making herself FEEL “utterly impersonal TO EVERYONE else.” We’ve
TIED our ducks and rigged them regularlyTOGETHER and _ made miraculous mistakes happen at anguished pace ANYWAY, even if Larry Larimore’s been ___ idling his {{ strenuous }} mind away while we —
Enlarge our state of secretiveENTITLEMENT(!) “In the City Of Dostoyevskian Dreams we went and briskly brushed against an other and bridged our IMMEDIATE-brains amidst •• this frightful Awareness of AwkWarDlY unJUST PAIN. Actually … —> that hanging, BANGING… panting “feeling” of
Having stretched the scope of our own to yet another level of
Antagonised survival.” And if we did wanna catch CONtemplative creation then we knew
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Made Icarus’s evil smile: “SeEtHe to bReaThe!!!” – until THE TICKING OF THE time __ made Rhiley Monroe finALLy understAnd her own sense of essentially stripped-bare destiny
