We took from pieces of paradise and purchased its state of awareness; we even readied ourselves to Delve= Dostoyevskian and into YET ANOTHER STATE OF arbitrary affairs. It’s
Coming up all over and utterly and she’s regularly AskingHerself: “to fit back in, please.” We don’t know it yet… but our minds have been
All awhile monumental in their utter precision at being: “way beyond capABLE of anything. Anything… ANNNNNYTHINNNNNG(!)” and we
Don’t even need to be typical people anymore as We Lean In And – Distantlytosome – adore
Just “HOW-MANY(??!)” of themThErE people preciously prolonged their very Own state of bliss
It’s improbable that she’s managed to survive a state of utter mentalManipulation with every BrandNewMinute barking at the breakneck speed of
a YAWNING dawn(…) “but she did, as did we.” Admit it to ourselves to having dAnCeD wItH dEfeAt and asked for
Seconds, thirds, fourths and fifths anyway. Were our fragmented minds really mentally aware as to their very own state of Fate: even amidst the down-crawl of All(?)
