We’ve taken the bolts and bones of ourselves. We’ve taken the taking of EVERYTHINGelse AND eVeN been the most
Ahem… uneven people IMAGINABLE AND imagined By All Of These “Where’s Waldo??” people. She’s challenging the mannerisms living l-i-v-i-d-l-y inside of these HIGHLY insistent people with their HellaHecticMinds frightfully vying to try “TIME, TIME, TIME!!” again at having been
Bothered by literally, ahem… “ZERO A THING.” When mistakes make-to-meet (THEMSELVES AT THE disheveled MIDDLE) and make MERE-EAGER states of STARING… “DOWN THE BARREL OF THAT GRIN AND TONIC, claustrophobic CONcoction.” Of only ever treaSURED theirs. They’ve been deciding ((inside of their invisible heads RIGHT NOW)) audibly against…
Yet another ‘death’ again
Happening layabout-OuTloUd inside their aforesaid hellahecticheads… . And IF there IS anything else left to’ve been listened and learned then it’ll probably have been
These steely-faced attentions to intricately effedUP DETAILS and all that they do—- “to tremendously dissuade————–>>>>>>>>>>>> and destroy All Of Our utterly ******* everything… .” Except of course for the CONSTANT-cause, that RIPPLE-effect, and THESE other universally applicABLE things called
Grabbing onto our ocD BrAiNs AT HELLAHECTIC-pAAAAACE (anyWAY! toDAY) and preying… “that we will inevitably STOP (ourselves from) preying consistently inside of our perverselyPRIORITISEDminds. TONITE… . With its mile-a-minute mayhem taking aforesaid DISHEVELED state of PLAY.
Soon as maybe when(?????)EVER r-e-a-l-l-y… all we’ve EVER really wanted WAS for
These perfectlyDIDACTICmemories TO ATTEMPT TO MAKE STRENUOUSLY, ahem… … SANE sense… .
“For somebody else, please.” Some fair (DISTANCE OF A) few (TOO MANY MILLION) decades away == IF EVER (NOT never(!!!)) TODAY. AS T/HERE SHE SITS
with her fists FULLY-FLEDGED YET falling
AUDIBLY ACCORDING
to their failings at FAR-REACHING inside of someBODY else’s
“Especially EVERYTHING!” Indeed, the boxer with ((THE KNEE-DEEP UNDERSTANDINGS AND)) the ballet slippers near her BLOOD-RIDDEN feet
ARISEN anyway… and steeped in rivers of FORWARD-THINKING glory
“About to pour… … … .” uproariously. EVEN if manhandled by the distasteful Grace
of a ((MOSTLY)) “catastrophic cHaO$”… MAYBE, SHE’S ABOUT TO plaY all of the (((MOST MARVELOUSLY MAJESTIC))) gAmEs (ANYwAY) WITH THE INSIDES OF HER
out-of-bed head
