There is no effing tradeOFF vortex/ just this necessity to see something… from another… state of InterpretedSentimentality
They dragged themselves truly throughout the epilogue of uneventful events, they even addressed their own sense of past… TeNsE enthusiasm.
It’s been happening whilst we smile as HARD and as StandardWouldHaveIt. “We don’t even seem to be thinking all too much anymore. There’s
Been a constant decoration inside of their SHOWMANSHIP~brains and it seems to Wonderfully Wax AND waneLYRICAL.” Plain sailing? No thanks for basking in their own state
Of endless fun and f***sake fRoLiCs(!!) It’s.. a tenacious TENWAY(…) thing and we seem to feel —
About as far away from WaNdErInG as humanly unIMAGINABLE. Knock them over with a backstabbing feather, they’ve been turbulently tethered(!!)
And they A-R-E endlessly engrossed in their own Dostoyevskian~storyline and for no KNOWING REASON
but to see-) something so very… utterly interpreted, and IF(!!) we needed anything else to thrive it was
A nocturnal and equally repetitive NEED to scintilLATE AND survive. An aforesaid REPETITION so very
MonstrouslyDEMONstrative. If there is a thief in the night then she seems to wish for him to WANT TO LOCKhimself~In and steal
… … .. Her fledgling~state of RiOtoUs~fright, and if there is a RadIcL~AnSweR: “then best it Does A Dostoyevskian~dAnCe of its own
Unanticipated accord … .”
