There’s a dance inside of their damn dastard eyeline and they seem to seek to wonder … actually “HOW(?)”
The bloody f*ck did they all seem to’ve given themselves a lopsided heart attack – it is what matters and there are no more facts(!)
Anyhow… as they sneer at the size of their massive mInDs when nothing else but for UTTER actually d-o-e-s matter.
They missed the pART wherein the Art means everything and many a thing and indeed
Utterly utmost antagonised only in a most… dutifully lopsided way, even if it does pay to ply their ticker tape trait and p-l-a-y the scariest mother effingHELL gAmE of GhosTs on EARth… “it mustn’t hurt anymore though because.. she needs to know
The introspective nature of a standing tall stranger.”
