They don’t hold their hands (HELD) hostage (AND HIGH) for no known reason ANYMORE but to demonstratively demonstrate
All of these ill-fated heroes with zero and all-of-EVERYTHING LEFT to give
The ins-and-outs now of Perfectly Perturbing Delirium! She isn’t even achingly akin to a SUPERSTAR WITH ALL OF HER (jaded) STARS… crisscross CO-ORdinated comfortably across… …
The ins and outs NOW… … of
“the largest sh_OUT!!!” Imagine that, THOUGH… the OUTRIGHT ability to see ——- her melo_DRAMA_tic mind make fall-over-itself sense
Of everything else. When repeating anything else OFFENSIVE became damn-near all of the almost things. “We’ve touched WITH A WELTERWEIGHT punch TO THE POCKMARKED FACE… all of the Upside-Down Delinquents and meant-to-mean
what it is they really meant to attempt to say, “soon as WE hiked-up their 2nd-placed skirts and shot them A LOOK IN THE FACE NAMED Distanced delicacy, pl=EASE.” Of all and ANY of the mereEAGER_men Meant to Make Mayhem Grow some
PASSION and dis_DANCE itself
‘TIL THE END… of prefabricated resilience. We sit right there.. and stare down the barrel of the most beautifully argumentative… “pun-defended.”