We were regularised people by now with utter understandings in seed. It isn’t all that happily perplexing but we wanna still instil this sense of
Changeable developments. We were warming our hands and thinking about shrinking inside of our creative selves to say: “a thousand equally beautiful things.” And maybe it has been…
Outlandishly a Dostoyevskian dAnCe and perCHANCE = “they really WannA ably misbehave like a pair of
Preparatory discoveries.” But we will not tap ourselves out, not until words were earmark-instilled in utter
Personalised puLsaTioN of a rhapsodic mind set to forever f!nd the upside down nature of everything to bring it to the table of
Fabled and inescapable dreams – “when we dragged ourselves thrU thick as cream CONcrete
To bleed Red Ribbons for you !!”
