We were lurching in on them one per time and asking: “how, though(?)” did they ever make it seem
Purely imperfect actually. And how did we not see it all of it coming:: like a horse atop of a carousel caught to the famed ol FLAME.
When their blurred voices start at resembling just another Source of OutOfSorts person, that’s when we “indulge our utter indulgences and go…
Stereo-physically with the grain. “It’s a set of old and sarcastically aWrY rules of testimony and she
Wouldn’t want it any other way except for him, although – what can he have known?” About the art of timeless events beforeHIM(!)
We have endeared ourselves to everybody else including ourselves except for that IMPOSSIBLE offSWITCH inside of our want-away BraInS.
It’s okay, though; even so much as an utterly mediocre place for us now and that’s okay, Too, to have
== ended her sentences with our own state of mind SET AT:: personalised bewilder. “If it had have been easy FOR THEM then all of these pieces wouldn’t have fallen “nicely” into misshapen LiNe as they did do—
As he stood up and doWn… and crouChed his mind back… to… settled… scenario. He might look like a human version of an upside-down accordion but he definitely DOES NOT look
Like he may have used to do(!)” We wanna show them j-u-s-t how much a perfectly incoming Saturday evening time might look minus all referential eye-lines TakingSHAPE(…)
AND minUS all other silly little sources of unspeakable… judgment calls. If they’ve been distracted then they’ll either have been… riotously RumInAtiNg on the one side of the argumentAtive mind,
Or ceaselessly CreAtiNg soon to be::: “unputdownable prose on the other side of SIZEABLE solidarity.”
