They were industrious without even appearing that particular way, when they diagnosed their nose~dives as this NEED: to sleep inside a BaG OF DAFTly-Old-CocAine(!)
It’s not what they wanteD and certainly a great+and+good MESMERISED feeling, altho we needed to
Join in the group of utterly miserly/NOT MISERABLE also ranS. It’s high time she
Unenrolled herself AGAIN from all this shit, time that she started to DART=IN And please herSELF, maybe
It’s all about the smoke inside of their fireSCREEN eyes, and that ability to be as ABLE as unable can’Ve possibly made itself feel. “We were ——> going downtown, ordering the caffeine -Decaffeinated please –
Were e-v-e-n telling ourselves the time, the unRELATED+place… amidst this… brand new pACE of cyclical intelligence.” It’s almost very nEARLY a purCHASEable thing / that feeling of
Blue+iron=BEING(…) just another stranger sitting in a windswept StreEt.
