What if we did think about taking pictures again of courageous little somebodies and making their minutiae minds up for THEM.. “yet again?” And what if
We quintessentially were- the greatest part of the improperly unKNOWN, and what, though,
“If the measure of a man’s brilliance wasn’t even measured in mere-eager words anymore?” It is definitely occurring at purely piping HOT pace(…) “as we
Ingest the insides of our very own minds so that they do not speak TO FIND
—— >one other outward word TO TOIL OVER (and foil themselves) anyMORE.” and, yeah, it’s probable that the _ words WERE off, OUTLANDISHLY soft and determinedly madeUP FOR THE sK!Tt!sH SAKE
Of HER upside-down, liveALIVEnow scripture please. When the bees-knees tended to BE of its own PERSONalised Reckoning anyway, and she
… whet-the-whistle enough times now: to cause the grandest earthquake within = their lively old BellyBobThorntonTOFFEE $oul$(!) Yeah, that won’t even need to make secondary, tertiary
Not ANY KINDS OF loPsiDeD and jaded-faced SeNse of ItSelF AnYmOre… … … than he RiOtoUsLy relied on
=. “The workings inside of her DoubleD-D mind.”
