They set the ‘weed’ and tried at smiling like fallen reprobates with perfectly unentitled bliss. He did not Sneer at the way they walked and went ——— as if SelfChosen repeat-offending rePRObates. She’s recycling her lightly held AND FELT LIES and trying for —- a brand old level of idiosyncratic delirium. When we buy the beer and think we just might have sent EVERYTHING relatively queer. There is a bag of confiscated bones and they might just drag him home and, ahem, HOME on in
On the way he says the most inCONsequential things, yes AND NO!! Let the ‘snowflakes’ fall akin to snowflakes in the SUMMERsun, JUST ONE:” AND CHANCES ARE THAT WE’VE CURBED THE CORNER OF ENTHUSIASM AND WATCHED OUR FRIENDS LOSE THEIR BRAINS comfortABLY PLEASE! Inside of a snide-eyes bag of tickertape cocAine and the plain mundanity started to DanCE – with its face in the sand, and landing like they will never come back again. Til the Early AM. DRENCHED ITSELF IN reparable bliss, Yes please: “let’s see how comfortably she sneezed – cocAine atop of their brilliantly swollen membrane
And tried to stART again — pen to PARALYSING paper and a brand old level of idiosyncratic idiocy, “Yes and (pretty) Please!”
