They were making ways into the unrecognised again and taking the pitch _perfect , aheM, portrayals with them.
It’s highly uncalled for but we did it anyway –
We negotiated with her state and asked unanswered questions ANYWAY.
“We can shrink inside of our ink-laden selves and “go… .” It certainly irked us (SOMEtimes) and it definitely did our encyclopaedic heads !N some MORE(!!) We
Controlled the best part(s) of presumptiveunderStAtements whilst they aced their
Where were they even going when she stopped to stare at the porcelain piece of Art so goddamn smART that we cannot know how it started.
To upset the deadbeat , down and pouting whereabouts of these —- spiralling people with pedestrianised lives only
“Stuck -yuck! – on pause… REMEMBERS repeat again.” PENned-in and ready to wage RAW-war on all of these degenerative passersby with deadbeat… SATURATED by sugarcoated poems drowning inside
Of their pAdDlE-pOoL of mind
