We think it takes a taste for utterly undermined attention: “as we know all of the crooked NooKs and CrAnnIes actually.” She’s not that great at sedating herself when the means ARE all too necessary; he wasn’t even ++ adding up the right kinds of minds when we needed it the most.”

In the start theY(?!?) departed at purely+prioritised+pace, looking to grab+and+grasp their VERY own (false facade) of face and go into the night with their aforesaid minds

Determinedly aligned and begging for-/ “utter progression please. It’s been a very hard and heavy_time inside their blue collar of mind, as she delicately+acts+utterly

Of her own RETROspective reckoning.” When it didn’t take a whole world of universal people to Spell… It… Out

Anymore than never before. Sometimes the detriment LIES IN THE calculated eyes of a courageous person’s mentally mIsGuIded understandings.

What happened to Perry Entwistle when they went about tW!$t!nG his bottom dollar m!nd inside of its shredded self is he was taken to task and asked ++

About stage4, or F!VE, apprehension. Fenced in and attempting to forgive himself, there’s this… TIRESOME thing about turning your non responsive brain into a wrecking Ball of utter determination, and it is done with t(HIS) state of eerie minded concentration, even when(?)

“Their focus is Oh, So F****D_up(!)” It’s a deafeningly enlarged ego which had no place at ANY table, ably making itself UTTERLY-unable.” Yet again, when s/he says the most

Beautifully+decorated+things and sings inside of her/his theatricality of head. “We want for the world to understand itself amidst this utter sense of sarcastic SaDnESs actually.” And if they (really) can’t, then they shan’t, and WE shall— sadden ourselves suitably to meet them at the m!ddle, “please.”