The bare-naked bruising bounce between all of these… hectically aware people. “Piedmont and perhaps a separate sort of a Purely Persuasion, Too.” When we’ve been guiding
Fighting eyes to the point. Of utter complete comfort in agitating NumBerS, actually. Recalling NOW… how we went and held ourselves generouslyBOTHgently together YET AGAIN, gaining that state of single-minded independence which LEFT us.
There are inroads (being) taken and exposures (having been) bRoKen amidst an anguished and engrained bRaIn. She’s trying for happiness at a pace of “NOT REALLY TRYING AT ALL,” actually.
All the lOpSiDeD thoughts rEaLlY oughta eff-off for now, please, as we —- !MMEDIATELY start with yet another set of uncertain anomalies happening inside of our FrIed MinDs. “Because they ARE… that simple thing TO HAVE SUGGESTED to them
And, yet, stILL we will
Wave ourselves away and back today— “to bathe inside of our very own discerning uncertainties, plEASE.” A crawl, a brawl… inside their own bluecollar of mind
And they did it with a thousand thoughts of overexposed turmoil torturing the insides of vilified.
And now, what about the mere eager way they walk thru a thunderstorm with the warmest harnessing of heart known to any Man, “Was It Planned(??)” In preADVANCE, or perhaps
Just a puppet trying to put itself back down To An AwKwArD Ground Again
