These pristinely artful dodgers/ people of permitted individuality who shall cross their own paths of unceremonious upHEAVAL!!
“What have we got?” But for an aViDly overENTHUSED, both oftly ANGERED MAN of angst arisen reciprocation; sits amidst this supremely strongly beautiful precipitation
Irish wrath of remedial weather indeed, one Irishman and his antagonised mind/ arched back and slaughters itself to a paramilitary-LIKE point-
Of undeniably aforeMENTIONED UPheAvaL again! If it continues like “This” then SOMETHING will have-to-give –
And it CANnot be: another 3 decades of dire and monstrously miNdNumBinG asphyxiation.
When he has literally walked a million mind-faltering MOUNTAINS OF mind-
to be EXACTLY HERE- st(ILL!) STARING INTO YOUR HOSTILIZED eyes – and wondering, “WhY?!”
The mindPRISON that WOULD-NOT listen, however HARD HE MIGHT-NOT antagonise
A paralysed Mind- inVOLUNTARILY perishes amidst distinguished BlIsS. Only it appears no one has walked it so fucking masterful and wonderfully.
His, finally, precise-both-PRECAUTIOUS admittance of SIMULTANEOUS wherewithal
