“Pawns to the Process, Please”

We probably perhaps felt a little bit overSTREWN again when she came in and attempted to Mercilessly Mingle with

A group of ten thousand unofficial soldiers. Same insane SOMEHOW someWhEre(??) ones who know about the depth of total DestruCtion inside of their

Pulsating brain. It’s high time we stopped staring at the state of our wonderfully godLIKE watches and walked away from it ALL – “if they do not like to take another shot at utter delirium then that’s FinE, actually, although ~

Necessity to (need to) know REALLY did carrY(??) with it its very own wonderfully effedUP nauseation.” If someone’s getting married at THE STR!KE OF overExCiTaBLe midnight then they might like —

To sit (RIGHT) back down “NOW!!” please and CareFully CalCulate the state of their partner’$ PANTER-like BRA!N(!!) and if aforesaid inSaNe really is this… unthinkable thing then “WHY??” were we both not !NV!TED -as a group of TEN THOUSAND LESSER knowing soldiers = to that place named: “pawns to the process, please.”