They were ending their own sentences for the sake of selling their souls to the Dostoyevskian .

Seven million others actually and they all seemed a little too much set to SEED and aSkInG

Each of her the other question. As to how in earth they understood the algorithm to walking with and not on eggshells actually. It’s

A dove tail dive… off of the deep end and she shall gain something no one else may.. That daily Dostoyevskian delivery of

Unbridled bliss. “It’s.. a lukewarm to freezing cold MAsterclAss in not needing to be “Ok” all of the eFFing time actually, as she thought about the sense of reformed eeriness that surrounds her yet again.

An early-morning, peppered in that minimum-To-MAXEDout-A.M. feeling of… upside-down-now creativity. Aren’t we all that thing, though, for the

Simple(?) fact that we think in the 1st~place Improperly. Just that.. someone seemed to think about thinking in a different way anyway