We weren’t really aiming for anything except for utter ownership. She’s into all sorts of secluded and secluding decisions, really, and we just must MAYBE.. make

“Us ALL make some sense of someone-else… … somewhere.” They’ve parcel-wrapped the crap out of their high-flying existences (anyway) and seen a SUREFIRE way to feel — fully brand-new and prepared to prep ourselves for a portal to… ahem, another WHOLE OTHER world of possibilities and pugilistic portrayal(s).

“She’s into the bleating-both-fleeting way he said the most flippant of things, that overactive reaction that seems ALL A LITTLE BIG BIT on
top
of
itself.” See,

They do and did this thing with their mildly inappropriate mannerisms. It’s blatantly ******* ABSURD how we officially reacted to the disrespect happening inside of her “HAMMER-TIME!!!” eyes. They’ve been saying stoopid stuff about the weight-of-the-world and how the wars are all-of-them almost very nEARLY…

Happening inside of our echo-alley valley-of-mind. She’s been there and done the thinkable things, actually, and she’s automatically portrayed her searing-both-serious state of never ending

… “Everything!!”