The Big-Lick::: Akin to the Ribs of a Broken Piano (KEY) / The Devil_at_Dawn – “All Yawns and Stereophysical TongueTwIsTs, plEASE.” / “Too Much Attention, Did She Ever NOT Mention?”

Her perfectly paralysing pleasures and she sure-as-hell didn’t really wanna entice already readily regularised eyes – “as they entice their very own state of senseless, actually

Enthusiasm.” Have we really been saying hello to Laura while asking Sarah to secretively sell their SHALLOW-cast souls to the lowest bloody bidder IMAGINABLE? When we hugged each other to the core ‘TIL OUR BLOOD RUNS COLD… because we can AND WE ABSOLUTELY WILL… bring EACH-ONE-OF-US NEXT PEOPLE

___ to the bones of our beatnik beings, soon as it’s been

Specifically inundated with delectable intelligence… “AGAIN.” Please, “can we (not) sIMPLY see — the state of her and his reverberating bliss?” It’s been… out of its very own comfort-zone ((TIMES… A… … TRILLION)) and purely prone to JUST ONE MORE

Eagle-eyed attempt at vilifying ALL OF THESE fact-FOCUSED PEOPLE: “please.” Soon as the sadness of Sane and Spectacular sent us

Back to the RIGHT-side of __ “STRAIT-MINDED survival (TECHnique) AND SLEEPING joyously INSIDE OF A cosy-faced JACKET CALLED life_CreaTed_By.” BoJangles and BarraClough