They were sitting and sounding like a wonderful pair of beautifully decorated people with minds that really did meander a mattering of… Ahem, mind actually; it isn’t
A return to anything except a state set for ultimately creative process. “We’ve touchEd the edges of nothing too well, really, and we’ve undeniably RALLIED again… against
A system which doesn’t even: seem to exist.” The memories were comfortably and soonTOOcommonly c-a-t-c-h-i-n-g us all by Spritely Surprise. And if there’s a where? and a why!!? then who? in the nAme of Christ on an AutoMaticBike were we even trying to
Mysteriously replicate(?!?) They seem to’ve sedated themselves in a most recent fabulousness of waYs.. and their days WERE
Oh so. V-E-R-Y jovially outnumbered, actually. And stretched to within a sentimental inch of
AutoMatic portrayal midst happy headed bliss, Which is no one else’s business
