-Searching for ThePerfectPoint: outside of theStorm, Their Knuckles ARE w-a-r-m

Whenever they gripped and crippled their own sense of intelligence this is exactly when— they take the time to lavishly do all the things which their, Ahem, pestering minds had failed to once upon a timePerceive(!) Like as if it thrives in theMIDDLEofTheNiteTime- they ((all)) justMight

Manage to f-i-n-d: “that phenomenal place of mentalEquilibrium(…) and YES(!!)” they’ve been

Doing it sincerely with their heartstrings on mildlyLitF-I-R-E and their eyes finding another such way to bravelyS-A-Y.. another brand. New. Turn-of-motherfucker-phrase. Today—

Hip, hip… “hooooyaaaaah(!)” We’ve been going roundandROUND in upside-down circles(Again!!) and it shall all-of-THISthing pass

—) as it does, and did… annnd motherfucking W-I-L-L

Like a millionBillionMerelyEaGeRtimesBefore— “their gentle natures catch complete and awe-inspired aforeMENTIONED fire.
Calm and cHaotiC will always and forNEVER win that peculiar lookingRace, as: rHaPsoDiCaLlYReAl People, they did appear

FriendlyMindedAmidstAllOfNothingElse, in=DEED. “Seeds may well have been set again andAGAIN… and at forgetful and forceful OVERTHOUGHTofPace—

and they ReallyAllOughta Not(!) begin to BEGthemselves n-o-t: to think for Themselves

And, Yes(…) the ink is detrimental and dry and their mindful=eyes(?)

Well… they appear to have been searchinglySearingly for another way to feel

“DeliciouslyReal, PLEEEEEEASE(!!!)”