We were achingly portraying AND acting. SuperCala… fuck these fragments of utter heartache actually. If it’s been decidedly upside down and wound RIGHT(??) by NOW
5 then they will have to apologise in somewhat advanced HindSight. We really might LIKE to break it all up with the right kinds of immediate=PeoPle to retrain our sugarcoated brains = into carrying YET another state of springboard information (!) “They have sincerely secured their own state of HARD-SOUGHT bliss and kissed: everybody else’s beautiful interior design BY NOW.”
Were they highly significant people all of the time, though, but -probability HAS IT- ABSOLUTELY . “We sell our mindless souls for much less than (n)ever before. A change in optional and ever enthused opinions and we will ==
Surge our species of HIGHLY PRIORITISED selves toward utter- utterly.” They’re turning their triANGULAR thoughts toward aforementioned…
Folly for Fucksake(!) And it’s steady, ready… … … to REASONably “go.”
Into the bones of {the} SINCERELY UnKnown. Were we REALLY drinking QUALIFIED caffeine IN THE IRISHwinterTime
and spinning out WiLdLy AMBIGUOUS personalities… in a petrified and utterly ENLARGED bind, or were we doing that other INESCAPABLE thing? Humming-to-sing…
To blissfully make— “all sorts of insinuated fucking sense of ourselves, and our immediate state of (somewhat???) sedated happiness.” Sugarcoated perhaps, albeit utterly UTTERLY
Worth its wait/WEIGHT in narrated: “GOLD.”
