Her sense of particular bliss had been TwiStED in another altogether discretionary direction- and we are actually falling in-lock-eyed-LOVE with her all over again. What she was doing was she was…
Retiring these painting utensils to another such plACE: of epical PREawareness. And what WE HAVE SEEN is
Hahahahaha-NOT SO VERY hilarious actuALLy. It’s been… disingenuous and defiantly a hard-hitting endeavour, as we try and devOUR OUR very own WHOLE sniffer-eyed TRUTH… somehow(!?)
This TiMe, it is nothing(NOT AT ALL) like it were before; as our aforementioned resilient nature starts to ((STEM FROM SOMEWHERE and)) a-c-t deliriously stranger than FACT, actually.
And we suddenly-both-solemnly start
To sprint at e-a-s-e with our tales wedged mercilessly between our mere-EAGER legs (Again) and our minds feeling…
just about fine for now// only.. NOONE HAS SHOUTED IT louder— for their shackles to be shorn, for their Lives to be born: Blue-Eyed And incomparably Aware
