There’s a dangerous nature to tagging along for the absolute-and-utter crack-of-it(!) And there’s an even stranger nature to that natural attempt at attempting the… UNattemptable(!?)
“And with a paintbRUSH, actually(!!)” EvenWhen, or-IF… we all knew that we were(generously)Cracking Up and At ComfortablyChAotIcPace..
—-)) There’s a terrifically tWiStEd ineptitude in-all-of-it, ActuALLY, too, and they (“DO!”) indeed appear to have adored ((AND ignored..)) the WholeSenseOfAforeMentionedhappiness, maybe —-
But… if they were, in-FACT, speaking with a mostMonotonouslyMonotoneTurN—-))) of T-o-N-g-U-e annnnnd TiMbrE tone
Then we NEEDN’T everEVEN have worried Ourselves s-i-l-l-y again.
Torturous?
“Not so much, yet they DIDAttemptToTortureHer g-e-n-t-l-y.” Whilst… Isolatingly speaking.. she secretively spread her (RE)invigorated wings(!) To sing… .. .
As sarcastic as the Sands-Of-Time her eyes are EspeciallyWiLd(!) Mildly speaking, again—
“WE just L-O-V-E to fend for ourSelveS.” With pitchforks in our Brawn-of-Brain and “NO-WAAAAY(!!)” of saying “no!!” Anymore—- .
