We grew wing-spans for the sake of sounding like overbearing believers; in the way she ended-up venting her nastiest test-of-anger. She’s
Making habits happen and wildly smiling amidst the state of inebriation and BlIss. We’ve numbered the people inside of her mind and made them do their own thing. Time tells and people tend to smell
“And we can’t but ask for automatic understandings please.” She’s an ornamental piece of productive human-being and she’s —— EVEN vying for valiantly surviving inside of her lopsided_ mInD. We weren’t even closing-down the sentences that made sense, were
Not even merely-both-eagerly Interested in fessing-UP to all of these dopamine-KiCK iNdiViDuAls! “What if, really… she ends her aforesaid sentences with that tense-as-hell sense of
FullON productivity?” She’s ducked and dived… … and danced with the DiCe that can’t believe its own steed. She’s “second-on-stage and aging like a FiNe wine.” And why not
Drop inside of somebody else’s sOpHomOre SoUl someMORE and… … stay the destined distance AGAIN? If we’ve panicked in the face of AbrUpT aforesaid understandings then what in the name-of-hElL was she ever even doing
To her FARAWAAAAAAAY———-___> features with all of that madeUP makeup- set-to-seed, and she’s playing with these maniCURED fingernails and purposely impaling her mind with one-of-a-kind… “aforesaid sURvIVaL technique.” And we won’t stop… until she can’t believe
“In anything else other than utter
******* Happiness unDENIED!”
