They’re talking with themselves so very often again that it may as well make meaningful sense, at The Designated Ending: these l-i-g-h-t-l-y and schizoid-effective People of playful both PLAGIARISED d-r-e-a-m-s: Whilst a placement of FiGhTiNg-FiT words became its very OWN thing
& consummately PRESUMES TO assume
A some-WHAT(?) upstanding POSITIONING within:
The inner-sanctums of their lonely-ol-brains! S-u-r-r-e-p-t-i-t-i-o-u-s-l-y Set til Put Upon Constructive Destruction this TIME, AND MaNiAcAlLy managing to handle all of These E-n-c-y-c-l-o-p-e-d-i-c-A-L-L-y domineering things —
If only, IF ONLYYYYY… … We could SEE THEM RIGHT-ABOUT-NOW and I-m-M-e-D-i-A-t-E-l-Y!! Would it REALLY be such an awfully humbling endeavour of colossal cantankerousness: cared, STARED AT AND TREAsureD transformatively b-e-t-w-e-e-n THEM each!?
I REALLY canNOT Tell them what they shall HAVE to NEED to do
To abruptly achieve THE SCENE-TO BE imPOSSIBLE!
And to suddenly, both translucently be(GIN)
To outrageously
B
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In THAT sugarcoated sense of goaded (p)re-awareness – “Oh my, their eyes APPEAR to have been a-n-o-i-n-t-e-d IMMEDIATELY RIGHT BY…
The goddess of Gosford Park herself
