When she asked to paralyse her own ways against everyone else’s distinguished understandings Indeed, and she’s being

Bottleneck uninterruptible and bellyaching to feel – “moments of momentary ReaLness.” What a mess that’s happened inside of dying delights. A mess that made its own way HOME now. Pictures of

Perfectly normal people who’ve done THE least normal things in this WHOLE WIDE WORLD. “Cruel as cucumber, though, how she went and delivered her favourite, AhEM, worst sermon at these

Pedestrianised polygamists.”

“WHAAAAAAAAT!!??!” Party-hard (inner-individuals) and trying for ultimate attention to mentionable DeTaIlS which sprint at snail’s-pace actually, and we’ve

“Got the right things miserly WronG yet again… … and happening crucified inside of —

Her VENTriloquised mind.” But what if, though, as TOUGH as it ALL REALLY WERE TO’VE been we still decided to remain —

Hellbent upon being:: “The deliciously-both-dElIriOusLy NormAl people – of, YOU GUESSED IT YET AGAIN, Piedmont Persuasion?”