It will’Ve felt like many a thing __ of pulled trigger turmoil: amounting. Climbing… (and) almost very nearly smiling. They delicately made a move and managed at — partaking in a game of
TennisHEAD played between two brigadier brains. She’s drained herself undeniably dry and watched her clockwork eyes — “die, alive, and DIE for one ten-millionth time.” We’ve been cutting it close to the bare bruising of bone. We’ve been doing the hardest part inside of these silenced by rhapsody minds.
Winning without partaking, actually: “she doesn’t seem slightly different to these other lopsided people OUT ON PAID PAROLE.” What is uncontrollable (for one) will NOT EXPLODE our
Tit-for-tat souls. If they were inclined to run with thunder then they were equally juxtaposed at
Posing beautifully calming threats. She’s presenting herself to the world with a HardON for total decorum. “And we’LL see if we leave our Allegiance (to the prone throne) With Someone Else… .” we’ll even see if they can stand the
Bombardment-of-brain and how it WILL wax and it WILL wane, “even if we didn’t mean for it to’ve been this way.” When plain-sailing never felt so painless: “pending.”
