When we went for anything… when we then went… “for a price of purchased immaterial stuff going on again inside of our Review-Of-The-World heads. It’s
A skeleton(KEY) dissection of a detrimentally estranged story, and the pickled person in pink really seeks to seem slightly AddLed at the “seems… .” She’s taking the Late-night train to Aretha Franklin’s home-city OF MEMPHIS TENNESSEE and taking aim of classLE$$ conversation amidst these
Precious people of pillowcase-AWARENESS(!!) As safe as safe shall STAND.. “inside of a Violent Man’s mammoth-ly suppressed AND SURPASSED MIND” – they did not like to enthuse themselves amidst total Destruction of An OverRAAAAn desire; he’s willing to fire from the hop-of-the-hip and take
Secondary aim solely for himself (this time): amidst these helter-SkeLteR people who’ve been carefully+both+carelessly carrying = “crucifying brains”
Yet we did one thing: “we ended one sentence with the next one in violated mind.”
