What if we really fainted inside of our felt-tip heads? And what if we really went and ran the whole HALF-SHOW – nose to cocaine-encased nose with these

PiledHigh, pilfering people of predetermined priorities? She’s nearly neglected to MENtion the way they went and woke themselves UP with a mere and eager fist to the fACE.
We’ve won and lost and done the timeless things which everyone else spells out inside of their seasonal minds. It’s

A host of UpsideDowN people now and they really seem to feel = readily aware as to the SuddenMost way they endlessly enamour —

Unloved people. “It’s pretty and it’s been precisely how he sees it inside of his head-the-ball ADMITTEDLY filled with tortureFIRST tendencies.” And if they really… like, REALLY saw what we did to go downtown and be these

Routine-minded people of preciously stated prioritised bliss, they may just like to layerUP “NOW!” and get themselves prepared to helter~skelter their

—- friendly ol’ soiled souls someMORE(!!) “We don’t pass-the-buck without hellishly holding a bit of ca$h back… for ourselves As Well.” We want the unhealthily neglected world to know of the unmistakable mannerisms which live-and-SeeTHe and wish to SOMETIMES

BreaTHe: as if it’s all been its own gainful game of == utter fucking
Indescribable eLaTiOn. She may be in constant pain even if her brain’s been

Bringing it all back to belonging to something resembling… outlandishly-orDinAry.