We are not interested in being entirely okay anymore, aren’t even merely interested in
Creating Ceaseless Artistic merit of Awareness: what we did do was to —->> mess it AlLuP and about…
Til utterly Able to… distantly amount:: “and that’s gotta have been fun and frolicsome etc. etc.” Is she surely coming home today or.. “were we crossing our tWiSt oF fInGeR(s) for the sake of
Hopefilled happiness actually?” These are the unanswerable, seriously gargantuan questions which will kill our forever
State of waxing lyrical awareness. The only thing to achieve right now IS A way inAGAIN—)) even if, definitely u-n-a-b-l-€ to careFULLY both courageously Create<..>
