To call it easy would be to utterly give the game away… they came and paid for the Piper and All Other Rat-seeking individuals. She’s hardly heeled and hitched to the cobwebbed floor ANYMORE… and being {{courteously}} ak!N to herself today… “as these drops of oCeAnIc whisky and mindSOOTHING both -sorting portrayal to another mental portal seem to have ceaselessly cop€d someHOW(??)”
We really won’t wanna traipse about the place LIKE MANIACAL ORANG-UTANS with our shopping l!sTs IN A (((fLuRrIeD))) FIST and our Tw!stEd wits stILL effinG well standing.
It is a game of catch the mental paralysis and manage to make it “COP THE effingHELL on NOW.” They
Are entirely different people from their earlier-am. VerSionS of themselvesTODAY // a matter AND a fact that they’ve really + done an upside down job on themselves – never again, “because we’ve been sticking to all of the riledUP rules and failing-to-be —
These stoop!d and highly unidentifiable fOoLs wHo ((DO)) = ru$h-!N(!!)” Even if our practised pace really IS
a TwiStEd BlIsTeR of its own accord anyway
