“Titles tIlTeD and Falling__ – from Their Layabout Lips, Please” / “Parisian Persuasion, Please”

What if someone (else) asked us (for) the answers and simpered-in UNABASHED and walked the walk and BalkEd at the thought of the mere-eager wagering-of-thought anyway? Would they

Really be incorrectly-correct FOR-NOW individuals or even so-very-much as these out-of-sorts people of TwiSteD LuciDiTy (actually)? Instantly sPEAKING, indeed, we’ve seen the —— separation of stifled people from their automated, Cost-Us-A-LifeLine BraInS, and even watched

WoundTIGHT people petrify already petrified minds: “back to life.” They’ve earned “enough!!” tokens atop tokens ATOP BLOODY-WELL (unofficial) takeaway/tearaway tokEnS… … ..

— of indescribable wealth and PRESTIGIOUS progression, and even been Battle-hardened Delinquents who cannot quench their (very) own UNASKED FOR and Insatiably effed-UP ‘tH!RsT!’

“When we’ve wandered-in and walked with a strange little STERILISED strait-jacket liMp ——>>living inside of our vilified minds.” Might as well may, be describing paradise anyway… for the size

Of our priceless love of this HumDruM world (of ours). And for now, wrapped in Parisian Persuasion, “please.”