it’s the STREEEEETCHED strength of exceeding expectations without even breathing(!) our minds WILL DISTANTLY die one-minute-per-particular-misalignment – “of a brutally brutalised bRaiN brought to freestyle state of encyclopedically inescapable DerAnGeMeNt(technique)(, indeed)!” when it wasn’t really meant to make tenth-sense, not even for a Mere_Nor_Eager: “seems we’ve been borrowing the absurdist of words in our wAlKAWAY/WalKABoUt world and causing they ALL to ceaselessly-creAte their very own ****sake fate.” when chopping n changing became its (very) own delibeRATE thing OF STATEN ISLAND INJUSTICE/(infatuation), please, as astonished and agonised Swan-song’s SeTtLe_tO_Sing/SEETHE – “of admirable gesticulation technique TAKING IRREPARABLE PLACE anyway.” where were we (even) willing-to-go when they offered latterYAY! apprehensions… “to FABULOUSLY fence-UsAll-In??” we didn’t wish_to_die, just to ponder the Replacement of a seriously squandered smile — all livid, rEelInG eYeS meant to make themselves —- “cry for the price of their wideAWAKE Lives.”
Fenced-in again he held heads ‘GENTLY’ together with his twisted_fists furiously flurried AND fLuTtErEd/FlUstEr3D (into a soundBITE called InTricaTe DelIriUm) – (when he) felt their wait, AND WEIGHT of REPEATexpectationTECHnique… PreviouslyPulsate. “Please sedate… .” and make-us-matter to ourselves anyway.
How’s about: “outLOUD and layab(OUT!!) loquaciously?”
