When we didn’t need to be a tone of anyone and we still went whole-hog inside of our sTarryMindeD awareness. Decimate despair and call yourselves utterly AbLe to Make molehills make mischievous SenSe again. She’s
Iff-ing and humming and hawing Inside of her mouthing of mind and making it seem to’ve sold itself unequiVOCALly short. By. A. Long-shot.
We’ve stood on our own two feet and met with the Dostoyevskian DeviL: she’s big, she’s actually BLUE, and she’s
Away with her very own friendly effinG fairies, PITCHFORKED ‘N’ ALL. “They do not seem to wanna rectify anything inside of shyness of mind, haven’t even been bellyaching for the sake of anyone and everyone else. AND IF HE’s
Ever again interested in staking no one else’s claim then they’ll need to clamour cOURageously toward = utter mother ******* AppReHeNsIoN, actually. “We feel the things that no-one and everyone else can. Because we had to/- walk throughout testosterone and willingly talk with the ins and outs of ourselves anyway.”
