~~ “they have no clue what’s out there, and that’s as sweet as a mother ******* Kissed+butterCUP who flew the CoOp(!)” / they lost their minds and found an inside job called: “Why(?)” inStead

We flew that pecuLIAR coop and contained ourselves… eventually. These were happening things of happening times – and she seems All A Little Oftenly(?!) maladjusted and instantaneously informed, too.

We weren’t even there in the middle of happenstance when she took the evenT to another-yet-level of—->> intricate Colors and of other

.. DAFTly derogatory terms.

… a little BIG bit scared of the state Of undeniable understanding, Most… probably mayBE.
In the beginning the end should’ve really began its own way of

Considering millions of other “the Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree” instantaneous instanceS, indeed. and if we had to go back to the aforementioned middle of magnanimous then so be it—-

“Let them play, and let them DaNce, and sUreAsHell(!!) let. Them. Have. The . last… annnnnd —>> All Of the LAMPOONED laughs.” There’s another way in and it all seems to’ve felt a little big bit…

Barking MaD canonised only minus the religious upHEAVAL and… plUS… that other thing called comfortably corrUPt thinking