As they mischievously enter into The Museum of Maniacal awareness, perhaps: with then THERE Her utterly augmented stutterings of fucksake hurt and trustworthy BeWilDer BRUTISHLY PULSATING – “when we weren’t really readily available AGAIN OF OURSELVES and everyone else… … until she HEAVILY-both-readily coaxed herself into the INNER-edges of (THE) DeathlyDarknessShowSome-HOW(??) and
AskedForForeverForged (faces of) PLAGIARISEDforgiveness. “We hadn’t even been bonedry bellyachiNG PEOPLE when they went and gathered ANYWAY… all of their ****SAKE (senses of NONsensical AND HIGHLY CyclIcAl) chaos THAT SCRAMS-TO-SCREAM —- and chased its ten-tonne TALE akin to THEIR FAVOURITE BEST == “venomousSurvivalTechniques TaKeTURNOVER of ShaPe… and dissuade us, plEASE!”
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S a-long-while – as well as anyone else’s favourite-best “Access_All_Areas” StaTe oF detached persuasiON, plEASE! Whenever, REALLY, we were ready to step away
From ourselves AGA!N – like DRAGON-BREATH’s favouriteBEST DELIBERATE miS-DELIVERY, when our minds made-of-putty took ourselves (AWAY) to that place of PUT-PURELY-PANDEMONIUM, plEASE, AND WE rather M.I.R.A.C.U.L.O.U.S.L.Y (mean to) MOAN ANYWAY: akin to creAtively inCREDIBLE = fuckwit wannabes (!! !) with wound_UP woRrY_wArTs transFORMED into
Transcendental thankfulness, thank_god: “we rode the hard-slog.” Akin to a paralysed pair of CONtrarily bewildered bEasTs searching for the feast
