They’ve been seriously sandwiched riotously between being these stay-away people and these… shall we say, outwardly upside-down and layabout lethargic people and we kinda like how they’ve
Readied themselves enough tasks of time: “to call to chaos all of those mountains of fleeting, flitting memories which sink to swim inside of their
Yo-yo of head.” It’s classless and rather catastrophic, actually, “HOW(??)” they went and both eagerly AND wearily did develop their own sense of
Claustrophobic interplay, plEASE. “When we didn’t really mean for the glory-led people near the middle… … to fall uncontrollably back inside of their
Holocaust beds again.” When we laid our commonplace claim to — “the right time and right pace —- Of Procedural Inundation.” They’ve barely been to see the ticker-tape parades happening inside of their upside-down minds WHEN IT ALL BECAME PLAIN SAILING: “professionally sPEAKING, plEASE.”
Haven’t even merely-BOTH-eagerly –
Apologised to their layabout selves… … for the size of their agonised, pulverised insides. Polarised AND prioritised as pUlSaTiNg NON-STOP and it just WILL NOT(!!)
And none of it but NONE down to any of them
AND THEIR EXTRACURRICULAR ABILITY TO FEEL
Faraway, ******UP…. AND rather gregariously real. When we went On A Par: “with THERE WE ALL WERE!!”
