It is the oddest, most detestable scouring inside of their vagabond minds. It’s the way they… endlessly interfere with their very own people, per se. It is the people who sat next to the other upside-down other and asked them to GENTly play: “this cowardice game again and again AND again, please?”
They are whimsical people only by pure and utter chance actually, and they are certainAsF*CK as to their VERY OWN over-the-top taste for total…
“Many-Minds of Recreation.” It was a silly l!ttle game of “Huh?” and “What!?” and “HOW-THE-F*CK??” did they ever even begin to make statements of utterly supreme sense TO THEMSELVES anyway? When ++ it was ALL over the pLaCe layabout and WAY-UP-anyWHeRe inSAnE with itself. “It’s 8 P.M. ON THE{cocaine-stuffed}NOSE as she supposes to !nstantaneously propose =
“A fine and widely WINE-filled Toast to the antagonised people from the BRoKeNDown places AND (forever) W!Th their ChaOtIc creations, which (went ahead of themselves and) rAdiCAllY=ACED their {very} own scores ANYWAY.”
