The ridiculous rhetoric that rankles the best damn brains IMAGINABLE – that misshapen understanding that CAN… “COMFORTABLY CRE(a)TE cottoned-on kindness, IN FACT!” She’s been sincerely hoping for total decorum from these fighting-fit individuals ANYWAY
Who really do —— cut their twisted-up fists IN TO TWO — LIVID, SEETHING… PULSATING MOMENTUMS. Of their own – pretty-faced and prONE (people) — “to just one WHOLE brand-new level of Dostoyevskian_Delicacy_DETRIMENTAL, yes and please.” Let’s place every thing else back inside of Itself again — and LET’S let ourselves
aforeSAID DostoyevskianDELVE achingly akin to a funneled-down Matryoshka doll — all admittedly juicedUP ON IRONY-FUELLED DELIRIUM and rIOToUsly reverbeRATING with utter… … “enthusiasm Anyway.” When she sent herself lukewarm to, ahem… “layab=OUT INsane for some and RATHER REGULAR Rum and Coke ChokeHold for an other”
– Some_Mother’s Sunday_Sun — “suited to someone So Very Far From Antagonized and We Really Did Need to APOLOGIZE AND Delight” in their inesCAPABLE STATE OF tasteless faith – all set up for its favourite best MANicured Desires AND SMIRKING TO SMILE
Like Krusty the Clown on Acid-Minded Awareness
“MAYBE??!” And comfortably colorBLIND in the mind of a MANIACAL magician With Fists for Fingers
Take 2
