We slept inside of an addled masterpiece and acted accordingly and just like:: these stop start, have a heart people / with our words silently Sounding ourselves out and our utter happiness nestled at the State of definite balance. They
Didn’t even get too much time to sit themselves down and hit the literary JackPot but because… “Yes, JeoPardY did ply to play its way Into their sophomore brains.” Just Akin to having a jUmBlEd Up MAsterclAss happen(ING) inside their breath of BraIn.
It’s… catatonic what happened actually, and it’s fighting for its best life.. some might
And many will not and WON’T lay down alongside the reminiscing ghost of
Guaranteed
Gain. It’s “been an awesome and inspiring task to have asked their own CreaTivIty how the hell to simultaneously dispel and spell
Themselves the right way… reguLaR again.” It’s.. argumentative and sarcastic people SEEM utterly misunderstanding and ~STOOD(.) We are cooking Up an Xmas time feat of feast to tEASE our world of Mind back to that plACE of recurring dream/S. It isn’t even that we scream but much rather THAN THAT to father our own perks of PerSonAlity back to brevity, inDEED. And if… there’s a storm after it all then they may as well’Ve sat down and STRAPPED themSelves In and gotten themSelves Comfortably paralysed actually. Comfortably with a CAPITAL: carefree
