What if we: took a tremendous trip inside of sacrilege and surrounded ourselves with seriously sounded-out persons anyhow? “What if we identified our minds as utterly “okay, please” and meant to feel – so VERY ******UP it had to hurt” —–
The (UTTER) (*******) ins-and-outs -again– of Percy Montgomery’s maladjusted(??!!) mind sometimes? They (DO INDEED) appear to ache MIRACULOUSLY akin to (THESE) clockwork cra(ZZZ!!)y (PEOPLE), these distasteful personas fueled-to-the-fuller-brim – with seriously circumstantial deliri_ uM.. “technique!”
(When) She wants for all-of-herself to sell itself in(V!S!BLY!!)-both-unequiVOCALLY short, “please,” and for everybody_else to bring their battling_bodies-of_BrEakEvEn_bone (WITH THEM…) to the top of incalcul(ABLY) TANTALI(ZZZ!!)ED persuasion technique.. and UTTERLY ——- “YET a mother-*******-GAIN!” When there is a PulsAtINg sEDaTIoN-pen
and it HAD TO END.
“HERE… … ?!”
With their ears loudly prepared to sit-and-stare YET again = at the WaYwArD_way (that) their Dostoyevskian Delight Delicately Entices Itself Back to “Str!fe!!!!”
So damn simple yet so damn — “incredible as well!” When they placed a SPELL atop a bottle of “sip, sip…” whisky and named it —
Happiness+And+H£ll Caught_in_the_Crossfire ——– indelibly, “please” – to the death and back again IMMEDIATELY
