If there is a troublesome little person in there then they might like to add themselves to yet another list: of merciless also cans, of the people who really do act rarely intelligent and sent to painstakingly prefabricate what is utterly eclectic, not in her eyes though..
Even for a mere eager minute. We’ve been bound down and tied to the lie of one mind and still aching to feel justifiably real. It isn’t what it was supposed to become, not for a mere eager. Even though
She knows.. that the harder it gets the MORE FURIOUSLY fed-up we will become until… something stirs amidst utter… something utterly
Petrified actually. To rest her head is to rest the remainder of her laurels, is to —-/ feel absurdly real for the 1st time in her wine drinking life. We don’t look for perfecto, don’t even choose to abuse our own state of ego, it’s
Unapologetic and it’s just the words that will walk, talk… it rambles til it stalls (…) and if they need to truly understand the life of a mixed UP under qualified mind then they might just like …
To take an all too EXCITABLE meander inside our incurable mind.
