What if we bled for the sake of everybody else, and what if we did the dividing of our time and radicalised ordinarily upside down eyes. She’s a very extreme version of
A Nikon clad person and controlling All Of Everything Indeed. We feed our PHOTOGEN!C souls to watch her stroll iconically inside of our
Eye’s imagination. It’s lucky as **** that they’ve been
Relatively estranged people of pure and poised persuasions. She’s… thinking of taking-her-mind to that preordained place of posthumous delivery. We aren’t even slightly put out by the state of UpWaRd BliSs and if they really do and did wish for —-
“Silly little sarcastic dreams to make mounds of mountains of sense then we will do our UNDIVIDED-best to deliver it all and at — purely synonymous pACE!” With her taste for utter UNfuckingCERTAINTY, please.
