They actually do not seem to have altered anything at all anymore, having worn their word-of-mouth upon their sycamore sleeves. “The speed, speeeeed… SPEEEEED(!)” of their laugh/out… LOW minds appears
For the first-AND-LAST version of cumulative time- whilst their f-r-e-e
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G, fAilInG minds do their u-t-t-e-r aforeMENTIONED darnedest to make —
Credible levels of c-r-e-a-t-e-d… nursery-rhymes AND other merciful lEvELs of moneyLESS(by choosing) liveliHOODS —-
that ARE far-too-rude to ever EVEN be(GIN?) to be mentioned YET again..
But the bones of them WILL.. do j-u-s-t that pARTicular thing. Actually causing themselves to search AND S-E-E-K the sellOUT of the age… OLD… CENTury(!!)
We guessed it just so very well.. Didn’t we, though?
Insofar as their TINY LITTLE puny penmanSHIPS shall— open-UP ((all)) bRanD-nEw aND advantageoUS mEaNdErInGs Of NIGHTLY aNgLeS OF preordained anticipation.
This sensational-BOTH-SeDaTeD anticipation (oF tHeIrS) SEEMS to have its very own Singular sense of meticulousness and THAT… may… just be: where-In
—- these panic-DRIVEN people of painstaking PANACHE actuALLy come from: with their tired eyes and their triangular minds set against the shape of the Laugh-Out-LOUD atmosphere, “FEAR-NOT(!)”
For they have driven a stake AgainstTheShapeOfTheSystem. And it SEEKS to f-E-e-L dutiFULLY OVER-developMeNtAl and meaning to send—-
the right kinds of wrong KINDs of people back to belonging again. Back from the brink of upside-down Extinction. We LIKE
To think. Too much and FAR(!) too often sometimes, when silence sounds awFULLY nice
