We were lurching in on them one per time and asking: “how, though(?)” did they ever make it seem
Purely imperfect actually. And how did we ever NOT see it all of it coming:: like a horse atop of a carousel caught to the famed ol’ FLAME.
When their blurred voices start at resembling just another Source of OutOfSorts person, that’s exactly when we get to “indulge our utter indulgences and go…
Stereo-physically with the grain.” It’s a set of old and sarcastically aWrY rules of testimony and she ~ ~
Wouldn’t want it any other way except for him, although – “what can he have known?” About the art of timeless events beforeHIM and -HAND(!)
We have endeared ourselves to everybody else including ourBEHEMOTHselves…
___except of course for that IMPOSSIBLE offSWITCH inside of our want-away BraInS.
It’s okay, though; “even so (very) much as an utterly mediocre place for us now and that’s okay, Too, to have
== ended her sentences with our own state of mind/SET AT:: personalised bewilder. “If it really had’ve been easy FOR THEM then all of these rHaPsOdIc pieces might NOT have fallen “nicely” into misshapen LiNe as they did do” —-
As he stood up and doWn… and crouChed his mind back… to… settled… scenario. He might look like a human version of an upside-down accordion INSIDE OF HIS own dilly-dallying of ((OcD)) HEAD but he definitely DOES NOT look
Like he may WELL have used to do(!) • We REALLY wanna show them j-u-s-t how perfect an incoming Saturday-evening-TIME SCENARIO might look minUS all of these referential eye-lines TakingINESCAPABLE sHaPe(…)
• AND minUS all other silly+little+sources of unspeakable… judgment calls. • And IF they’ve r-e-a-l-l-y been dutiFULLY distracted then they’ll either have been… riotously RumInAtiNg on the one side of the argumentAtive mind,
Or ceaselessly CreAtiNg soon to be::: “unputdownable prose ~~
on the other side of SIZEABLE solidarity.”
