Ripping it up yet again to gain the seek out sellout scene and to MEAN everything which wishes to/.. crucify its own eyes, oh why(??!) haven’t they deemed them all to be
Drunk upon upside down wine and sKunK.. she’s into the most unbelievably invaluable involuntary things and we just seem — to have keenly knelt down now and punched bewildered somebodies so damn hard it had to hurt
Their uppercut of utter trUSt / WAS IT REALLY US? And if so, then she’s being behemoth prepared atop of One Brighton Pier and failing to “FEEEEAR!!” for all these prohibited people that really need to—
Gather their good gawd game of Go Get ‘Em Please, and make we feel — something… somewhat and someHOW akin
to all of the alarmed people with eyes wide smiles and secretive egos for miles and miles
