If they sat sternly again inside of creation they’ll fully deserve the utmost official Karma known to any. Many people seem seriously indebted to the universe’s latter-day thirst. She’s a vixen, he’s a primrose master-crafter, actually… and we’ll – all end-Up Being UNofficially worth-our-weight in
Think-tank delirium. “What if they’ve besotted already crucified minds; and WHAT IF, rightfully so, they’ve entered in at the backend of — Dostoyevskian.” NO MORE UNREASONABLE QUESTIONS to be asked, plEASE…
and with a nuisance of question-mark DanGlED aT The Ending Of Almost Everything. She’s been playing-ball with Ya’ll and making it (ALL) seem
Yet-again OFFICIALLY another mother ****** thing of far-reaching feelings… … … all together now please.” What if when they crucify “WHY, Oh, MY!!?” latter-YAY MINDS we all begin at DriNkinG OUR UpSiDe-down weight in guttural fixation anyway: “namely these gin and toxic CONcoctions.”
Highly felt that she’s —- been inside-out and mind-pummelled to the point of multifaceted feelings and seriously “HI!!!”-jacked by
That insufferable thing which… sNaKes ((inexplicably)) within called: An OCD BraIn, like an AI algoRitHm ON energiser-bunny tablets, actually, and creating UTTERLY, UTTERLY unofficial ******* circumstances Inside of a once-upon-a-time..
Eleven-year-young Mild-child’s mind. See, she does this thing with her ten-second DELAY-Of-brain wherein…
Everything NEEDS TO MEAN NOTHING. “Cautiously detached, let’s say, to take it all back.”
