With the GENERAL Gaul To Call themselves some sorts of superheroes we watched them witness their own
Upbringing with sweet serendipity singing in their windswept ears. Warts n all n she’s been having the time of her mad_adjusted mInD and making states of sense fEeL like “EVERYTHING-everywhere-else”.
They do not anticipate their brains to’ve BEEN SWEPT UP UNNECESSARILY and to’ve spent their ticker-tape time THAT WAY, or this: “or any other for that matter of making art {MATTER} amidst UTTER, utter misunderstandings..” she
Screams when she’s thinking {about him} because, This Way: we manage to break the Bridged+Brigade INTO TEENSY LITTLE shredded PIECES of prioritised ‘evil’: with their Generalised brigadier Attitudes and bandage it ALL back to something… reasonably… ResEmBlinG “ordinary”.
If we really… like, REALLY ******* wanna make seriously iconoclastic and everlasting SenSe of
Her lopsided, seriously ++ mAd_adjusted dEsiGn then we just might have to +++ tape our brains to the {full LUNACY OF THE} MOON, TOO, and to
Call it all:: “a seriously HEADstrongSUGGESTION = in living with a noise that CANNOT be called {TO} “QUIET, plEASE!!!…” That noise called
Poised and properly paranoid: By The Type Of Mind Which Finds It All A TEENSY LITTLE bit beautiful(LY TRUTHFUL), actually
