If they tried to be delicate then they might just die an utter Dostoyevskian
It’s paralysing for them and it’s part-paralysing for us; they are into all the sorts of drinking_games which no one else seems to see
Seizing their mugs of falsified lattes and spreading the SUGARCOATED surface the length AND BREADTH with hellSENT whisky SNAPS
and in secretive fashion.
We were watching them at a distance of… “two-inches actually, as we tried to aVoid their utter eye CONtact.” It’s a fantastical feeling to’ve understated the obvious thing/s enough times now to truly hold ourselves partly paralysed and RESPONSIBLE. And sure it is deeper than most people’s minds will (BE FORCED TO) go but we still know
Nothing to have been as pristine as these pretty little masterful PREtenders. To take the laundry out and to light ten BONfires ALL AT ONCE.. ANNNND to break down a thousand mental arithmetics INSIDE OF OUR ENERGETIC HEADS with no knowing answer anyMORE is perhaps
“Precisely how it feels to live ~ for them. = and still attempting to equal the difference.” Slowly… surely… … Oh, so purely
