The ins and outs of rhapsody. They’ve endlessly entitled them selves to a sauce and ketchup existence. Their relentless vagabond desires and hopscotched across the board of
Empires immaculate. “She’s flicking her fingers and assuming perfection even when… perfection cradled imperfection.”
Just words and she’s overdosing in delicate disinterests. If they really wanna ticker tape all of the words in the world together then they’ll really have to
Needle in a haystack act like lonesome super wannabes. She’s open wide and one of a kind in her own general generation of aforesaid vagabond desires. Calm is the storm that SHAT ITS OWN PANTS AND said nothing much else but for utter – “agonised silence.”
Amidst the greatest smile in the wholeWIDE
