Whenever we were ending – independently – a set of searingly contrary events – inside of our
Düsseldorf~heads, that’s when(??) they took with them
“The immediate and eager taste for utter ‘perfection’ — when it’s affably inCORRECT to try at mastering the ‘impossible’
To the many who canNOT underSTAND nor
Stand
underNEATH the impressionistic rainBLOW to watch it “GO!!!!!” Yes, indeed, that mix-and-match of utter
DIlUtEd_Intensity… inside of a PETRIFIED+wine+glass… FULLUP to the brim and swimming.”
Inside of their lobster=like bRAINS. It’s a water-baby sort of An INCONSEQUENTIAL Affair, actuALLY, and she’s been
Bubbling near the surFACE(…) to interrUPt – eagerly – thAt state of Additionally AbsTract Behaviour(!) “Why, ThOUGH, were we hiding our {masterFULLY mOllYcodDlED} minds+and+faces when they were the best pARTS of –
A sugarcoated ‘masterPEACE’(?)” and why(???) must we indulge ourselves – even MORE stILL – in these preposterously aforesaid incorrect people? But probably because, “they give us no real cho(I)ce… .” Except to pepper
The edges
Of our deathliest stories: “We Tell Ourselves… .”
