What if though – “we told them what we did to be BlueDiamond Masterpieces??” Then, wouldn’t they really all of ‘Em Wanna understand the
‘H’ in how, the ‘W’ in why… and WHERE THE F*CK we’ve all of us been: “belting out the words that just don’t care, words that cause their own source of concern AND COMFORT all in TWO simultaneous goes.”
If there is something in the water they’ll have dipped their drowning heads enough multiplied times to FEEL everything and everyone else’s sense of forbidden injustice.. “just this once.” We’ve had a blast at acting relatively numb-minded, even been bellyaching on arduous repeat inside of
Our lopsided heads. But, above all else, we’ve being hanging onto our livid, seething sanity as if: “begging for even our very next breath.” She’s going on a hundred weeks of wailing in the worn-away winds right now, she’s
Comfortably causing cHaOS-tO-cOllApSe actually: inside of her
Monster-of-mind. And even though we know what we need to do with it all:: Our uNcoNtroLlaBle nErVes Have Served Us The Utmost Level of iMbAlAnCEd unCerTaintY imaginable. Even if… she’s still trying
“To vie for
Something utterly Mud-bound and Believably ReAl.” That feeling of daNcInG with a juxtaposed SENSE OF HAYWiReD AWARENESS so delirious that she cannot seem to see
Forest. Tree. “But for me.”
