If they really did achieve anYthIng then they may just have ultimately announced themselves as these
Epic little far reaching also ranS with Their eyes on the top prize of
Paragliding without… ahem, eyes actually. When it all felt a little big bit misplaced and dutiFULLY dIsheVellEd that’S possibly precisely when— we
Cut the ******* c(h)ord and worked ouR way back to the suitable direction of anticipation.
We are… literally using the world’$ words akin to a makeshift mountain of scatter splashing bewilder, and if they could just see us as they did do then..
As heaven and hell ten year old children that’ll have been the most credible state of reverberating MeMorIes, please. “It’s
All about to go off like a mother ******* conkeR fight at the HEIGHT of the season, when these purely remarkable people ended sentences for the sake of
Letting another one speak; sentence, not person, indeed.” We are
High on life and mild at telling the truth to the upside down kinds of unkindly pEoPle. We did It, though— we showed UP times a zillion(just as irrational thinking as that falsified number of ZEROESSSSS)
And when they leaned in and out again… that’s when… the more-ish memories started to make
Developmental Sense. We were nothing if not heroes in a half sheltered state of
DiGGing… deep to send ourselves up again and back to a resounding state of
Christ almighty completeness. If we watch them watch the other person then we may just like to watch
The ticking time bomb that is ouR PITstop Watch… make less and less sense of itself. They were hella ready to get drenched —
In undivided happiness.. even if the mad mathematician with HIS EYES ON THE PRIZE couldn’t even calculate that level of, Ahem… LeveLheAdeD prestige
