-They Had A Heart And They Dropped Its From A Great Height And On UTTER Purpose-

This is going to become an eventual event of thorn-and-time / a Dostoyevskian recollection named dystopian open-endedness. Perhaps, she digresses with herself whilst his iconic eye-line might shudder to think AND blink… for ANYONE ELSE except himself; what we do H-E-R-E to make mountains move isn’t, after all, even that great a thing, actually. All these

PAtTerNs-oF-pEoPlE seem to want to r-u-n their VERY own time-of-mInD: they’ve even been asked about their livid, bReAtHinG, r-e-e-l-i-n-g experiences and DAMN DOWNRIGHT uNReAl experiences and, yet STILL,

We will aforementioned always s-h-u-d-d-e-r to think for ourselves actually – what the f*** HAD TO HAVE happened to them dearly heart-laden

PEOPLE OF DESIROUS EYES AND MIND… Of time?!
These painting utensils have been dropped at a pace of a thousand kilometres per-mike-if-minute. Had we felt it from a Great And Unimaginable Height then it m-i-g-h-t NOT have been

Such a BaD ThInG, actually(?!!)