There’s this thing about ultra snooze intelligence and it kiiiiinda starts like this… so, what we have here is ten sorts of separated people, by their own sense of sophisticated location, now.. they ain’t exactly LoCo-emotive but.. there’s just.. Hmm, something.. off, so to speak. Their speech patterns are quilted in gold dust and their egos NEEDING TO BE calmed a SUREFIRE MUST.
Easily explained: Put plain and.. sIMPLY… they’ve opened-up brand new and adventurous avenues
To a brand new idealisation. That actually being.. to be, not e-x-a-c-t-l-y thinking about being f-r-e-e.
About being. These optically(WHAT!!!) enhanced individuals of undeniable readiness and OTHER HONORARY things….
“Okay, fair-to-safest to say” that she’s been throwing the kitchen sink at this thing, called a novel, a library card of brick-like enthusiasm perhaps..
Just to satisfy her insatiable soul sometimes, and to, OF COURSE, SATISFY YOUR silent SOULS / it’s a toast.. to the legend she is about to become- dancing naked with rum and coke he will choke.. on HIS rum and coke
