We did it delicately ‘cos we ACTUALLY had to —- earn the right to write it all in anyway. They’ve stayed distances of up to ten-thousand-feet and met at the centre of
Frustrated silence again. We’ve played all of the games inside of our upside-down heads ANYWAY… and made a miracle matter that hasn’t even happened – “not in everyone else’s wideAlive-mind anyhow. There’s this
Seething feeling that we’ve all of us been trying for comical reAWARENESS, and we just must want to PASSIONATELY wish for utter
Sadness in sophisticated SpaDEs, perhaps.” She’s vying for valiant survival and minding her mind as it manages to make enemies of its particular SeNse. She’s
Running low on prestige and making it UP as we go – “into the furnace yet again… … … like UpStaNdInG reprobates-slash-Dostoyevskian-citiZ€N$. Let’s stay and eat the insides of their utter distasteful-ness ANY WAY THAT WE can… and MAKE
Molehills matter to someone else a=GA!N(!!)”
