Subject Matter: they of highly decorated intelligences (!) even if she does feel like a bystander standing in the bushes and glancing at her very own life
There were no more snags to make any such sequential sense of, no such nothing at all anymore. She’s been bringing it all down to a loud whisper actually and he’s still — searching for another yet again person of
Longevity and open-eyed hostility. It’s… about as monitored as mind-boggling as humanly imaginable. “Imagine it, though, all of the ******* hoopla.
All of the cheap little Donner-Kebab dinner dates with effed-UP levels of falsified destinies.” She’s been making sense of something hugely Dostoyevskian again and he’s been – MEANWHILE, falsified smile-n-all –
~~~~ ~playing HEAVILY against all of his HIGH-MINDED other enemies(!)) Difficulties have the most badASS way of transFORMing into these…
Have-a-heart moments of secretive memories and she’s… “Been beautified by being blue-eyed for its worth and, ABOVE ALL ELSE, acting…
as steelyfACED as a multiplied version of a seriously SANGUINE, wine-drinking person.”
And if there IS anything left in her sweetest little concoction OF THE MIND
It is the shameless Ability to dust herself down Amidst utter
Hostility – this thing called creativeSedation, “plEASE.”
