“There’s a logic to the logic of having no such logic at all, Actually.”

Paralysed and guided goaded toward they shudder at the frightful sight / of purely imagination and other tautly unsuspected elements (of individuality… .)

It’s… a crucifix at the centre level of wayWaRdLy ambivalent; and it is a common as **** conundrum what these humming, fawning people do

to relent themselves YETAgain. If the rules were broken enough times now doesn’t that actually make them.. matter of fact… actual

“Brand new happenstance(?)” and if we seek for all the deserved and collective COLLECTED karmas in the WORLD are we really —-

All of us… just supposing to oppose the wholeWIDE Untruth, Really? They were fearful of that t-h-i-n-l-y veiled thing with invincible wings, supposedly..

Her torpedolike tendencies were in the “bad habit” of acting u-t-t-e-r-l-y unacceptable and CERTAINLY reparable at remaining beautiful. And if: “we WERE to take ourselves in a hundred and ONE-other inescapable dIreCtiOns then… just maybe..

We didn’t even need to alter anything, not a thing at ALL.” Just to stand here and fall

Comfortably intO yet another lIne of WonderfulLayabout soul.
But suppose we shut our mouths and rooted about the place for …

A stance named Utter and UnPertUrbed DelirIuM – “hidden between our (pUlSaTinG)thumb and our (parapet of)forefinger TO HELP+US+crawl::: Toward, a Dostoyevskian diction tempted to LiNger… … … .”