We elongated the easiest sentences to make everready sense of the other persons inhospitable indulgences. We were thinking of going and getting ourselves into all kinds of FalSifIed trouble Again • set to utmost buddyTOGETHER their INDUSTRIOUS minds and find time =
To crave its own. “It takes a flicker… a flame of inhospitable Pain for them to — eventually understand the rearguard of the century.” Dostoyevskian indeed and everybody shall
Cake themselves in enough upside down make UP to make sense of a falsified face, please. We’ve been credibly CONsidering taking ourselves to outrageous tASK again… “and begging
To beneficially bask: in a rather IrrEguLar level of panting pain(!)” It is truly not how it appears and that’s how it shall righteously remain perhaps:
Vain little AntiHero People peppered in PinkIsh persuasion, “and if they really wanna underSTAND THE THICKNESS of the inesCAPABLE rain then they may as well—
Try and understand themselves at the depth of their most Dostoyevskian pitfall, Y’all.” It wasn’t fondly done with a gun, it was fondly done
With a seat and Sitting in front of a Fusillade Sun, and with a smile PAINted upon her fLicKeR~FlaMe face so very wide… And untraceable
“That we cannot even begin to imagine that life.”
Of under the sun
FuN. But HOW(????!) was this done
