Way up: WAY-HEY-HEY:: “where exactly?!” And she wasn’t even acting ordinary for the sake of these other reminiscently unShaKeAblE people peppered with god-Almighty self-FORGIVENESS. When he governed over her whole-wide-WORD and acted achingly –

“None-the-wiser.” They seemed, shall we say, head-meltingly capable at best and intensively undenied, TOO, by their own personalised eyes. And is it really all that incalculable a thing to call-to-mind all of the times =

“She sat with them and gave them the most improperly sinking-pills to instantly instil… a lesser sense of IlL.” We have been told by the right people for a w(HOLE) while _ “to do all kinds of InCorrecT thInGs. Only in a manageable instance.” Hang-in-there, please. Because

We are all about to sit-RIGHT-back-down ((now)) with these aforesaid unmentionable men of bruised-and-shattered abilities… … … and reinstall in him his <> (very) own sense of

Finally living. By God, but he’s been DyiNg… “to gain Acceptable AccEsS(-OnLy) to the point and part of utter

Momentum.” Just ONE MORE mimicry-of-MinD: “maybe, and she’ll shout all about going-out on the town with her manicured hands and SARCASTIC LITTLE (rub-a-dub… maids-in-a-tub) smiLe.” And, admittedly, “he won’t like seeing her separate herself from the rest of these-there egotistical TwIsts In their Very Own CONcocted tAlE ~~~ ~

As her heeled-to-high-HEAVEN self proceeds to — try and underhand understand.. “These customised young-men with minds made of money.”