Swatting Inside Their Mosquito_Of_MinD: “Decorative DARKness, plEASE!”

There’s never really seen-to’Ve-been: a truer version of a dutiFULLY UPended MasterPeace. She’s entitled —ENDLESSLY— to the manner in-which we all aDdLe all of their aforesaid UPsIdEDoWn, shudder-speed SenSes of utter and tail-ended Worth anyWAY. Usually AND unusually, Too, {{viciously}} UsUrpeD and

We’ve even made MAPPED-OUT, stayPUT miracles seem to Mad-hatter Matter inside of our

Wildfire_(of)_minds! “When it’s {absolutely} imperceivable, ACTually, what {ExactLy} happened to Perry Entwistle and his OVER-enthused, oft-than-not Brought-To-BargainBACK BraIn: set for, AND masterFULLY met with, ITS remaining nature of

== undeniable DeranGeMent and agonisingly {{LEFT}} out of wIlDfiRe_ RanGe (as well as ONLY ONE-ELSE person ______ > > teetering on the edge of decorative DarkNesS… plEASE.”

Even if: “we have SCENE enough-of-EVERYTH!NG-else to make Wild Ol’ Goaded misCONceptions {even} S!NG(!!)”