Shredded to-the-bone they were endless little individual TwIsts of Tatter-and-Torn Animation = with these faraway faces meant to misbehave actually:: as well as anyONEcan’T even start to CALCULATE, LET ALONE COMPREHEND. We were willing people of
Corduroy persuasion$ and sitting with our misinformed wits still: “epically MISbehaving.
She’s been ++ in-and-out again and Rapid-fire misnaming her favourite people’s names.”
When we seem to’ve addressed a whole lotta eager-eyed situations and managed at being MiracUlouslY out-of-fOrm and into-the-NORM anyway… it’s
Going to == get good and bad and ANY-all-sorts of upside-likely in here actually, as we enter
At the same time as no-one and everybody else. TREPIDATION-FED people with == fears felt from everywhere else, what we did is we
Transferred the ++ untraceable-FOR-EVERYONE-ELSE AND HIGHLY unlikely M!$understandings INSIDE OF OUR OCD HeaDs, AS WE TOOK calm and controlled ACCOUNT OF OURSELVES, into a place called
OFFshore and utterly _
perVasiVe.”
And why? But because we SHALL.. “have ran away with the better parts of (all of) ourselves By THEN!!” When it was not a map
… it was a trapped, warPeD, and misplaced happiness. Even if: “they made it seem like a soothing sort of savoury situation TO EVERYONE ELSE.” What was called:: THE DOSTOYEVSKIAN delve.
A delve that drew its own BEAUTIFUL breath
Even if… “how we do this can NEVER be measured.”
Except for the strength
Which swims inside ——— ___ our delirious minds
