What WHEN we saw the untimely demise of a stand-up, larger-THAN-L!F€ master-man of many many much more UTTERLY
Utterable utterances, please. He’s counting himself in AGAIN with this tick-tock alarm clock and gathered at the gain against his
Hand on the Left side of SUMPTUOUSLY aware. As she sits square-eyed before him (IMMEDIATELY)… and dots the i’s and crosses her t’s: “just plEASE don’t mix myself UP (again) with these illiterate people pushed to the pull-of-The-Pill and forever {plus NEVER} instilling
A state of sedated anger actually.” We have mapped truthful routes as well as These alternativE versions of readily usurped PersOnS cAn. Perchance, shall we ever get to ShaPe-UP and ship ourselves off –
To all these places of irreparable bLiSs? She’s didn’t even need for the necessity anymore.. “to distantly abhor All Of These punchDrUnK, dunked-in-THANKLESS-TurmOil persons.” Perched
