When we went mental and maniacal and managed at making Mountains of Sizeable Sense TO EVERYONE ELSE anyway. When we ached at acting inhumanely instruMENTAL. They’ve entered-in AT THE BACKEND of BotherSome AGAIN with their steroidFILLED bodies PAINTED black and blue ’til pulsating … …
and their argumentatively estranged MinDs much-more-so sedaTeD than ever before. Beige surrounds turned their eye colour a (NEW) hue of uniquely “YOU-KNEW-IT!” BLUE. Something about the shimmer in the Sun, Say Some .. … .
They’ve eagle-eye appreciated the way they say such-very-much-so —- delectable things with these MONSTROUS mouths-of-many… “men and women who shan’t ever get to handle their own body of LoPsiDeD and lassoed passport of thought ANYway and exceptionally NOT today!”
When where we went is anyone else’s primitively suggestive guess and they can’t really seem to simply shake this utterly effedUP implication that they’ve all OF THEM been borrowing BlueBlade bucketloads of money from the mouths of mesmerised children who cannot fetch any food to feed themselves with again
