Nothing in it except for everything(ELSE). And she’s (EVEN BEEN) howling against the state of the faithful moon again, sending herself
To the utter dregs and pegging-it-back toward total demonstration/ReAliTy. She’s a demonic entity with non-entitled bliss(, actually,) and written aCROSS a face set at DEMONstrative deCONstruction AS-WELL… ‘TIL FANTASTICALLY filled with (THESE) matter-of-fiction
Impenetrable ‘dreams/DELAYS’. They’ve EVEN taken the power to profusely understand… …
The hands played HAPHAZARDLY inside of her favourite word-shark card games AS-WELL… … … AS ably enticed ANYWAY — “up-all-WHY(-AND-WHEN)(??!) eyes!!” In the (middle of the) nocturnal night with its flitting fingers for FULLON FISTS and (THESE) undesired intelligences:: “YES AND plEASE… let’s
Let ‘em (ALL) drown their (CONFISCATED) Drusiac-Juice in SP!!!!!!CE… and calm (THEMSELVES) to call it:: all things Neanderthal and naughty but extravagantly N!!!!!!CE! Why, though, wasn’t she admitting it to herself YET again
… that she’s been dipped in utter (AND total) deconstructive demonstrationTECHNIQUE – “AGAIN!!” – and IMMEDIATELY ended-up, ahem… ENDING her very first sentences.. “until such a wineLADEN TIME
As Cornelius sat in the corner of (HIS OWN) CON-FUSED Idiocy(:: “IMMEDIATELY, plEASE!!”) and Charlie-Boy Chased up_all_day Cocaine against the Grain OF THE EAGER A.M.… . Seems today we’ve EVEN been
Borrowing all of the best damn catchphrases DRENCHED IN DELECTABLE SERANADES and only(EVER) parading them UP inside of OUR
WonderFULLY underNOURISHED MINDS. “Tonight? We might.”
Fight for everything
Our nightmares desire. And with a card in each hand
and a fist feeling_its_reach—————————— for ((ABSOLUTELY)) every_TING.
