If we felt for anything then we felt for their sake that it’s all a bit… beautiful and fully dipped in lukewarm despair. They are yellow bellied people that do not even dare to see anything OUTLANDISH
And when we turn torturous portrayal on its side and watch it make its own way back, that’s how we interpret… a mid To Normal Mind: only minUS the mental illness of the century. Probably. Because As It Stands we’ve been dipped in lukewarm to outlandish ‘happiness’ // that thing wherein, the words work their own way out for another sentence EVENTually. Anyway…
There’ll have been people doing their damndest and poised people who nearly never even attempted
Any sense of sentimental value. It’s a Pepper-pot Production and we cuss the state of endless verbatim, the stand it takes in all of our DAFTly… upside down (not really) sentences. When being driven mental meant
+++ one man’s best mind borrowed and bruised and left to stand – “all alone and prone, to losing itself yet again.” Gently both MenTaLly and never, EVER MEANingfully, except for the words he attempts to cHurN: “earnestly.”
