What IF, THOUGH, we knew all of the deathly differences between being barking-rAd significantly Sane AND SENDING OURSELVES TO THE UPSIDE-DOWN looney tunes of BiN? EAGERLY, PLease… . Would it then all really matter how we unearthed the troublesome nature OF STAYING WIDEAWAKE IN THE RIPROAR-OF-rain?
They shall decently divulge DISTANTLY anyway… the utter trust they held in holding it all MentallyTogether!
When we shan’t ever have the last-laugh, actually… even if we have had the 1st, 2nd… and ALL OF THE INBETWEEN OTHERS! There were minutiae ways of saying “hello *******-hell to Foxtrot Montgomery” while he danced dense-as-hell in the rain. “AGAIN!!” Soon as WHEN… someone spoke in searingly idiotic, wraparound terms of snide-eyed endearment when we ——– forgot to ever even mention
“HER tenth turn at earning utter – infatuationTechNIQUE, please.” It’s been its very own seething, Breathing GAME OF —– “HOLY-*******-HOW on earth DID PERCY POSTELTWAITE ever ESCAPE without even breathing… in aforesaid state of eagle-eyed awareness?! Mind-numbing at first albeit ALWAYS THE WORST… -off at having been utterly mother-******* upside-DOWN constrained ——)))) at handling damn-NEAR every-THING! That just mother ******* loved to run amok in THE RIPROAR of rAIN
