There were eclipsed masterpieces which happened haphazardly / they were interested utterly = in making molehills actually matter. It’s
The time of their young ish lives and we cannot but suggest a suitable state of affable affairs happening. There were people with weirded out minds and other kinds: “of outrageously…
Idiosyncratic dreams inside {of them there makeshift masterpieces}.”
They shine inside of their own lives, within their own downturn of eyeLINE. It’s highly unkind for the imbeciles {at the back} to come back into play yet again, as they
Prepare themselves for utter, utter = harrowing hardship actually.
When they had to value themselves out of the GreatestGame OnEarth: “as their million-mile-a-moment minds die:
Dragonlike inside.”
