They’ve been turning their minds inside out again and posing a few too many maladjusted questions to themselves – as they roamed the worlds for a *ten-hour delicate d-e-l-a-y.
It’s been… biting to burn inside of them all, and we cannot but — “hurt like heaven: as we get to underSTAND:: all of the hands it takes
To bend over and break with pretty little PROtocol.” If there were a sudden storyline about to tryAND BREAK even.. then they might’ve just liked to
Alarm their nonplussed mindsThisTime… and that’s… “what we might wish to like to layabout and call—
A surely contagioUS state of upwardBlis$.” And although some such suffering Peoples will need to know..
“That is gonna have been none of our BORDERLINE~business anymore. Bless their iPod of mind: and its eternal sunSHINE FOR an UnsulliedMind.” As they LISTen to YET another song sing —
Different hymn~sheet, same dogDAMNIT dutiful dElUsIoN (of delay).
