“Subtle Sincerities, Please” / “When We MisAdjUsted tHe sTaTe oF mAyHeM” / “An Orchestrated oCeAn oF QuickCHORE EmoTioNs, plEASE” / ‘Grabbing at Gold and Getting Meticulous Inundation {Times-a-Million} Instead’

We’ve been trying for treacherously try-hard and even being borderline beleaguered amidst this utter taste for total… “happiness.”

They’ve even lived for the tWeaKeD weeks IN-BETWEEN… when the Wally-WhacK time winds itself out AND remind-fully down… and minus

Any real evidential intervention NEEDED to REALLY mind. We’ve EVEN Düsseldorf-deactivated our state of irreparably BleaK inundation AGAIN and again… and PRE-represented the way: “some of us sPEAK with untreatable resilience, please.”

There’s the meticulous addiction to making-it-all-up AS WE GO ALONG STRONG… {and} to swan-S!NG the life right from it anyway. When they’ve needle-thin NerVoUsLy expressed their nErVe-lAdEn conditions and still… “ached to act endlessly adept.”

At being these… bottomless-pits of purified goodness, actually. “Golden-faced, for sure, and we won’t EVER-even-WaNnA need it anymore… .” And if we canNOT manage to do it for ourselves AGA!N then we’ll IMMEDIATELY-NEED-TO-do-it FOR EVERYBODY-ELSE who’s been…

“endlessly involved IN OUR METICULOUS disCuSsiOnS and quickCHORE EmoTioNs, please!”