We ended up wanting ad-nauseam and taking the MILLION-dollar results to the end of treacherous TethErS. She’s inundated herself AGAIN with THE hard-graft sAnDCaStLeS that can and hAnDlEd ThE tussles-of-TImE RIGHT aboutNOW.
We’ve even been immediate LITTLE reprobates AS PER utterly ******* UnusuaL AND brushing-to-bruise our own
HellaHecTiC egos to ONE-SIDE!
“She saw the other Piedmont people carry their VERY OWN sorrowful minds TWICE AT A TIME… … and bask anyhow in illegitimate expressionism actually… and ANY waY which they see it (to be).”
They took her proper-order breaths EVENTUALLY AwaY and placed it ALL DEVELOPMENTALLY Back inside of another just such like-for-like…
Life. And it’s highly plausible, actually, that she’s repaired the whole-damn insides and out, too, of her over-expressive mind.
What, though, was it everEVEn supposed to take away (from her) but for almost damn-near
Everything… … … “which still manages to sing.” Songs of mother ******* PRA!SE!!
Soon as they… … nervously went again———-> and made fullON fRieNdS with yet another whole other Version of ManiacaL pErson.
When AngryFaced questions abound… not a sound… . As we all lose our WaYOVerTHERE attention-Span aGAinSt ThE laYAbOuT WinD AgAIn… only to masterFULLY meaNdeR
Back into the fray: “HEY… HEEEEY!!!”
