We were drowning in a selfcrippling and (SOMEtimes) unREALISED dream of crimson and credible cReaT!oN, as these PUSH-TO-SHOVE people moved themselves CONstantly back toward utterly peripheralPERSUASION without even. “Telling us the damn time inside of their tick-tick-tOcKinG of unCONTROLLABLE mind.”
It’s an inSANELY measured and rIoTouS, Too, attempt, actually, at taking the whisky and making it feel relatively comfortable. Are they REALly showing themselves enough time (by) now to
Stop-AND-start these brand new gamely adventures OF THEIRS at the e-x-a-c-t sAnEtime of ASKing- “what the fuck we’ve been BasKinG in actually(?)” We live OUR hardMINDED l!VeS magnificently because we can – “understand a million different (DIS)interests and INNER-interpretations of demon!c demonstration(, perhaps).” In great shape she enters in by the back DOOR of borderlineBELIEVING… and {IMMEDIATELY}
Wipes her ballerina-tears away: about to pay for her own state of utter onomatopoeic determination within an immaculately ImagInative DaNce CallEd: CalculaTeD cHNaCe , only THIS time with {the help of}
No-one else’s hand. But for that {{{one}}} man Who Made Her Mind Mean Everything (… to them).”
