“They Will Close Their Eyes To Find Their Minds.”

Perhaps they may just possibly go, where nobody need know their contrariness of identifiable name. “Yes.”

The NAME OF THE GAME is UP and these ARE the g-r-a-c-i-o-u-s-l-y mIsPlacEd DaYs of

Fondness, FUN AND farewell to thee, actually. It’s a great and good thing that we’ve all come and gathered Ourselves — excitably back together again because

“Otherwise it m-i-g-h-t just have run its own lOpSiDeD, layabOUT course.” And OF COURSE they can.. advance and at a thousand hundred and some other number of AnGLeS OF spACE..

It is magical what they have r-e-a-c-h-e-d withIN themselves to CreaTe AND SINGLEHANDEDLY achieve — sedated by THAT singular SeNse Of radical Awareness indeed.

“Let’s see how it continues along from here.. there.. WHO KNOWS where it’ll land ITSELF by the NERVES-OF-STEEL ending..”

but it’s d-e-f-i-n-i-t-e-l-y been a defiant moment

Shared argumentatively between: she and HE, and DEFINITELY WE!!! Are chomping at the bit, to make less and L-E-S-S sense of — >

Our UpsIdE DowN mIndS FoR NOW.