We were spending our time and our money on makeshift masterpieces and acting achingly equal to all of these over-qualified people. It’s precarious at best for us to’ve suddenly-both-simultaneously talked with our minds WIDE-full(!) We were inventing the wheel when someone else turned themselves right ROUND… and asked for
Our undivided attention to intricately paced detail, “please.” It’s a snail’s pace of RACE and our “rage” had its own way of making
Us feel to have felt… PAST the point of tensely forgotten. It’s an amalgamation of a few thousand {{TOO MANY}} things, and she seems to adore the way their aforementioned minds
Like to find a Plus AND the minUS: “points inside of everybody else’s sense of earthly ol’ wisdom.” When we won’t want for anything, really, not even a sign flashed BRAZENLY-both-blatantly across our “WTF!!” eye-line
“Asking us why(?) the hell weren’t we Allowed To Cause Our Own Kind of Profoundly unSOUND TurMoIl(??!)” And why isn’t it actually at all POSSIBLE to stand to point and
Try at guiding Alarmed Eyes, anyway, Back Towards Utter Humility, “plEASE?“
