Singing the rights that just mIgHt… “make eventual sense of themselves anyway.” There’s been this… HELLAhashtag THING happening and she’s been sterilised for the sake of her VERY OWN eyes this time.
We’ve put ourselves out tHeRe and EverYwhEre yet again… as we post ourselves off to yet another
Universally ThrEadEd pLaCe ++ of undenied happy AND BEAUTIFUL THEATRICALITY, “actually.” She’s uttering uncontrollable anxieties inside of her ****sake MinD and feeling STEALTHY AS ONE unHOLY mother ****** today, too!
They’ve even made laps of magical TragedY happen, even sat back and made — “mountains move inside of drug-addled hEaDs and for a despicABLY suggestive while.” When tranquility speaks to the PEAK of its stellar being, and we’ve distantly been delighted By The Sights
“of our Evening-Time eyes.” If there really was a ONE-SUCH-way of speaking without meaning then he’LL have been -unmatched at that- YOUR NUMBER1 CANdidate at having been —-
“Breathlessly… beyond believABLE.” That… have-a-heart task of asking for starters and sIMPLY receiving === the whole-wide-width AND layabOUT-LENGTH of the EXPLORATORY charade called: “repulsive emotions, please.” And make it
Seem slightly _maladjusted, If We Will – “remain as certain to our very own strengths as ten strapping lads gRappLinG at preordained anticipation… and smiling LIKE wild MONGOOSE anyway.”
