There’s this utter inclination toward having had the best and worst time of their youngish old lives. It’s a whine and dine and din to the early AM… kinda
Consortium of creatively advanced situation and they are, shall we all say: “bravely aware of their own enthusiasm, and other stuff kinda like this, indeed.”
When we sprint we actually… pace ourselves this time because, in the WARBLING~words of an old fashioned piano(HAND), it really hasn’t began to
stART just yet; altho~ when we n-e-e-d to know of the
Greatest, messiest, most malfunctioning thing Upon Earth come cRashInG DoWn Around.. then it must’ve been
A serious and non restrictive thing. They’ve gone and achieved miraculous sense of sentient survival yet again, these plagiarised minds with all the time.. to bring their starry eyed aptitude of reckoning to the Testing of… Time.
“Yeah.. why not… try and attempt to remain:: both DAFTly And Utterly… perversely awAre as to
Our whole wiiiiiide world’s Gin&TonicExistence, plEASE.”
