Nothing left to explain but for the plain sailing ‘masterpiece’ inside their obnoxious LITTLE brain.
It’s unthinkably a thing of utter refreshing sentiment, REALLY, and she meant for
Him to’ve utterly OVER+estimated
JUSTHimself now: and enough moments of cLasHfReE clarity enticed TOGETHER… to create —->>
“some such levels of StiFlInG SenSe, please.” They don’t really nurture their own sort of people’s source of simplified undertakings for the sake
Of selling souls to besmirched devils who didn’t even seem to exISt in the 1st UnSettlEd pLacE(.)
And they just won’t care about the state of
Their visually magnified minds anymore.
It’s been given as goodGOD blasphemous again and again “as she loses her stringed together hopes secretively inside of
– another person’s lopsided, stay awake dream.”
When… what’s been happening but for nothing else at all anymore, as he
Plain-sails purposefully inside his multifaceted, farreeeeeeeeAching Mind: when we find the good old inexplicable things to have READIEDthemselves to the end of (the) upside down weather: rain, namely, and as Irish and DelicatelyDescribed as a scatter-crashed disaster __ _
AND… … inevitably(, oh, GoodGawD sentimentally, Too) placed inside of
A scribbler’s favourite landscape – “set to escape to NOwhere else {{BUT FOR HOME}} anymore (!! !)”
