We landed ourselves in a gaWD-ALL-gawwwwKing staring CONtest and constantly craving the
Cutthroat creation of a punched-out has-been: “what if she isn’t even alive-now and just this… permitted to be TiLteD VersIon of A HomeSpun delicacy? And with inundated A-grade delivery, “please.” We’ve
Made ‘eM pay with a CEASELESSLY-iNvIsible-KinDA-credit unknown to themselves AND ANYONE-else… … and landing RIGHT-BACK-INSIDE OF OUR mischievous POCKETS, perhaps. And MAYBE she’s been
“a voluptuous and VagAbonD desire sIMPLY beCAUSE she JUST-MIGHT {like-to} do the utterly-both-TOTALLY unTHINKABLE TH!NG with the FLAME-RESISTANT insides of her
“Hurry, HURRRRRRRY!!” miNd anyHOW(??).” And, yeah… we… mIgHt j(US)t inevitably divvy-out and diV——!dE: “our indescribable usage of {our} SEEN-TO-BE ‘LayAboUt’ time.” Especially
When the wine smiles
