There’s a delicate little deathly dismay occurring and the stirring of steered-clear syllables had been

Bringing back the Life To the Poised Party. Those shapeless people were pedestrianised with gargantuan EYES —)) and WITh this utter necessity to

UTTERtheWorldlyWords which kindly-came-to-them: “it’s not a very good advantage to gain.. this need to weigh their very own seNse oF intelligences.”
We were fighting with nobody else, actually, and asking all the right sorts of, Ahem… answers. In this

Disenfranchised world of UpsetSomeones. It’s pretty~effing~difficult to unearth a truer form of foray / unidentifiable as it may-well-be.

“We’ve been filled to the Thrill:: with enough happenstance and delirioUS gLe€, and we cannot seem to contain our Highend and Charming+Selves at all anymore, though

— “What we did is we came back and blamed the “He-He-HAW(!!! …) other person instead of ourselves – and P-A-S-S-I-O-N-A-T-E-L-Y(!!)