What if they wrapped themselves inside enough dustBALLS, “Y’All”, to turn into ordinarily upside down moths again. And what if they swept their floors with an abhorrent amount of TENTonne clout anyway. She’s after hiding in plain-sight and SCREAMING: “at all of them again.” It’s
A trip to Girona and back and we’ve been addled at the taste of infamous fame. She’s a duck out of water – as opposed to a fish in the unthinkable sink and he
Sinks inside of her lopsided dreams. Only ten and they’ve regularised their way of thinking LIKE A BUNCH OF PUNCH THE DRUNK neaNderThalS please. “Immediately.”
We seem.. slightly adjusted to the scene, slightly one of a KIND AND CREDIBLE kind, and if they really like
To hunch-UP together and “cry” necessary Red Rosemary Tears then: fear not, for we’ve ended their sentences in enough bunches of scentINSTILLED flowers to send anyone else back to
Breakeven.
