When the temptation to take the next flight really did take the biscuit this particular time; we’ve been idiotically tWisTed up inside of a crucifying red lie and it ‘s been
All kinds: of HELLuva ordealisTIC, indeed. If we were to’ve taken it all back ten thousand years and yards might thatplane just’Ve (maybe NOT)lasted(?)
Who knew but for the raining nature of an artists heavy headed brain( that thing with assumEd to be WinGs: indeed, angel wings with a SideBar of
“Devilish understaNdinG.” There is this futile comprehension that we’ve contemplated everything when, ReallY, all we did is we
Turned a corner and watched the whole world rot… like a deliciously SUN-baked AppLe LobbeD Upon a Pockmarked Tree.
It is true, though, what they knew: that to be… was to’ve Been wagering on eager and to’ve been eager is to
Sincerely siT, SEe… and witness—->>> a crowd ofTenMillion people
CRawL chaotically back to life. “Such is the poet’s calculated mindset(.)” Or maybe not
