Automatic maybe and indelible perhaps, and that thing we like to think of as.. away with a million fairies of mind. It’s indeed been a loVeIN, a lock-in… that loco-EmotIonAl NON EVIDENTIAL existence perchedPrecariously Amidst: a kind old unsustainable mind, and we shall not let it bring us to that place whereIN..
It all breaks down enough times NOW(..) “to cripple and crucify the steely-faced shape of the unSINKABLE Titanic, actually.” When COLOSSAL comparisons can beVICIOUSLY VULGAR…
… When a million meanderings of mInd take shuddering ShaPe, whenever REALLY—- >
“We awake to a cluster-shock of utter, UTTER uncertainty, That’ll have been the Eyes AWideAwakening of OC(mother*******)D(!) and it’s all that they have had to attempt to understand:: the u-t-t-e-r-l-y MIS~~understanding.” Which viciously takes we away… from
Thee. “When we drove ourselves high and mighty and Oh, So WiLdly.” And all for the sake of a ThreeDecadeDeluge AND DEPRAVED delivery —->> of Dostoyevskian Indulgences—>> •maybe they’ll be still painting us in
When we turn ourselves MARKEDLY saNe.
