If there is a unique way to distantly disfIgure these definitely designated souls then there’s a way for them to interrupt the gladragged imbeciles and to fasttrack their heavysack minds to the sky, Right Now
She is reacting to the rather, shall they simper and say, Redundant people with pitbulls for brains and detailing their every next detail… “DO IT, SHEILA SLAUGHTERHOUSE, plEASE… .”
and deep inside her canvased mind might be nice!
We aren’t too interested in escaping with our oldhat cOpINg mechanisms all TangLEd-Up IN A dANglEd deluge – “of utterly improperly thoughts RIGHT NOW about He AND You.” But… if we had to
Then we absafuckinglutely should soldier-on like a bunch of square pegs in a dastardly little disgarded HoLE CALLED: “home!”
