If they were to’ve interrupted anything they’ll have miraculously interrupted the state of meandering bliss. It’s as easy as ten thousand hikes UP MOUNTAIN EVEREST and just as hostile inside of her
Likeminded eyes. She’s gonna feel like she doesn’t seem to really wanna
Dilly and dAllY like a full blown DunCe PerSon, does not even wanna
Grab the SCENARIO-driven scorecard and even+IT+all=UP between these sticky nosed people. “When we particularise all of their minds and see
A million silent ways to suit a fortuitous situation. It’s not mean and it’s not even clean and it’s certainly NOT this clingy thing of overeager
Determination. What if we
Sold our ninety percentile souls to a devil with decking chair industry? “He who will sit with his twisted wits in a sarcastic scowl actually, as he sips from another bottle of
Brigadier beer. We won’t want to entice ordinary eyes anymore, won’t ever even wanna== try to describe HOW ON EARTH(…) our world turned itself back into A Grateful LITTLE gem-of-a-game of
Rapid fire requiem, “please.” We beg you to do it… to stand right there and watch us: “BELLOW IT OUT LOUD AND AT THE TOP OF OUR TEN TONNE LUNGS!!!!!” On a rung
Below, actually, and anticipating everything Delicately Necessary. And as for the rest? “You just watch our tHuMp-ThUmP chests bleed at feeling FECKsome and real.”
