“These Stones (That) We Throw”

There were other MALadroit mannerisms that told their own squalid little stories and squalid LITTLE FOUR-storey buildings instilled with (enough) blatantly brilliant people(, actually,) who did not even

Wish for anything but for/other than utter… “disregard FOR THE SYSTEM(, please).” If they seemed shyer than real {PEOPLE} then maybe they (might)’ve been

—- breathtakingly brOkEn as these earnest little divisive children of a ferociously fallen yesteryear. “They don’t really SEEM TO like the shape of these siege-mentality {STEPPING-}stones (that) we throw (AT THEM AIMLESSLY) (and even from an outlandish HEIGHT)… even if

Something in(side) (of) them will (still) insistently scream: “in a state of utter AND S!LENCED despair/disrepair(, actually). It’s

Pragmatic, purely/probably, for these pandemoniumFILLED people to’ve been utterly perturbed by other sorts/sOURces of… uPsIdEDoWn enthusiasms AND AT A TIME OF EARLY-doors argumentations, as they’ll (ALL) have been FULLY-FUELLED to the brim (with enough ****sake enthusiasm) and forced to watch

their (very) own lives throw themselves inexplicably away = “fairly uncontrollably, actually.” And inside of a tall, HARD, damnDASTARD {darkened} glass called: “self-deluded and liquid-faced dElIriUm”