We don’t think that we exactly know where ever their minds might like to go NEXT(!!!) — as far from factual rEaLiTy as HuManLy possible, actually.
They have EVEN been antagonised and taken to dutiful task and a rat(HER) unimaginaABLE and agonising amount of times… … …
Been craning their necks back AND ceaselessly craving to cReAtE this scene-to-be eveningtime thing which swings mysteriously amidst—
that seriously developmental sEnSe of iLlOgIcAl dereliction called a mind that CANnot find its own way home —-
To differ IS to decipher uNiqUelY between, and to decipher between IS to officially digress…
IS to distantly dAnCe (WIT)h all kinds of aforeMENTIONED rEaLiTy..
fACT is t(HIS): it’s allofit been an a-c-t
Barbwired and begging to BElong again and to breathe to b-l-e-e-d fair easily. Have we (really) allofus been acting LIKE lonely-ghosts of our former selves and on utterlypurPOSE? Possibly not, actuALLy… this is the death of a thousand dead poems plEASE
