She fled the scene and deemed it all to’ve been a rather relic filled thing of courteous peopLe presumably peppered in P!nK(!)
They were veering onwards and asking the most fabricated and outright frustrated questions imagined.
If there is something in the water then they’ll have diluted the sh!T out of it with all kinds of liquor spilled concoctions. We
Blurred ourselves into one brand new person and perished at the thoughts that never should’ve existed anyway. It’s
A moderate or MASSIVELY underestimated Game of “let’s go and play with ourselves again.” And when
The
Doctor denies himself the time to sort out his own wayward mind that’s when it’ll ALL go up in… “wonderfully normalised smoke actually.”
Even if we didn’t mean for the blueBlUr of Lustre to cause us all such a mother bloody st!r it’s still what made us the best parts of our latter day selves… “maybe and purely perhaps… .”
