‘The Magnificent Mettle Inside of a Petrified Mind’ / “Did We Really Just Show The Whole World What They Were Made Of?” / ‘When It Was Done With a Bag of Petrified Paintbrushes and an UpSiDe DoWn, Dime-a-doZEN Brain’

Perhaps we playfully plagiarised her vagabond eyes and perhaps, JUST LIKELY, actually, “we made it all seem like a guessing game of good GaWwd encyclopaedic delirium. “Humming and hawing like a bunch of upside down C****… probably
And maybe we didn’t even think about the thinking out-low part anymore.. and maybe – thank **** – we were merely-both-behemothly these

OCD-creatures of undenied hardship. And what if, though, we cradled the whole damn hemisphere INSIDE OF OUR JEBEDIAH SPRINGFIELD HEADS and feared NOT for the aforesaid gently-both-GENerously vagabond desires? She’s enthusiastic about the sporadic way he speaks in whipping tongues, and he’s

Biting back actually with his YELLOW-faced teeth clattering to the point of total – “decorum?” Inside of a layabout vagabond mind. We’ve upset the upset nature of a painfully both outlandishly upset brain..

And swayed anyways with THE DOSTOYEVSKIAN DANCE OF THE AGE OLD aforeSAID PENententiary. “And if we really were to DAMN-downright try and explain the utterly ‘InSaNe’ (nature of it all) then we might just make ourselves feel

Momentarily – bounceback again.”