What if though they walked inside of wound up alleyways and wandered about… ably anticipating the state
Of their hearts and minds and other kindly Upside down Things? And, “WHAT IF?” It all goes up in holy effing smoke: “as specially spectacular as utterly unimaginable.” That’s a wrap and she’s happy to let bygones die by the oblivious wayside
As we == act frosty as **** and certain as to our own utterDETERMINATION yet again. It’s
Coming over all —> ceaselessly cHaotIc in parts and the art inside her ‘PerfectStoryHeart’ seems to’ve =
Done its own homework this time; “she went and unsettled their stayAwhile feelings whilst the
Time took itself back.” Uncontrollably, actually. There are… … fantastic and accurately concerned people with perfectly working minds WORKING inside of these
Handsome-big-Buildings With upset doctors and nurses and other “fine people” attempting to {intricately} fix their
Interfered with brain($)(!) “as they shall seem all MixeD Up now and courageous to the point of unsuspected heartbreak. As their pill popping enthusiasms Quake (mercifully) beneath
Trembling, frost-frozen feet. It’s
Seen to’ve been impossible to’ve
Understood the searing sadness of a barking mA _d individual’s batsh!t cRazy Mind. As they cannot find… another way to scream — with sources of opinionated delirium BEGGING TO eventually-both-inevitably RELEASE ——>> >
“The bats, please.” Just like we’ve been dreaming For the best part of the three decades of downgraded delirium
