We were not doing this all for the simple mere eager sake of being brutally bloody ambivalent, but to actually AskOurselves NO-MORE(!!) questions. The only way forward was to STOP(..) getting back to
basics, indeed. We were hella happy people carrying ourGreatestMostFavouriteDreams: “and we will not scream anymore at all because…” to scream yet again and for ONE-last-ADDITION-OF-ADDED-ON-Time
Need not occur. It just N-E-E-D not start at DAILY high-five div—iding our identifiableSelvesagain. “Yeah, we were prone little pretenders and we WERE actually causing our favourite Allies To Feel…”
That f-e-e-l-i-n-g for:: unidentifiable talent and aforementioned hAppInESs actually. And it IS Avante-garde-additionally this SUPERautomaTiC thing of
Presumed toBecome— “perceived Intelligence— even if: our minds WEREinfACT for rent and for a FIXED ******g price” of detrimentally estranged Fixation To
—- a broken and faded, utterly fabricated FoCuS. “They did this with their eyes tied and their minds alive: even if, the secret lies
In the sudden-silence.” And biding their time against all of their betterBEST wishes
