If we wrote ourselves into helter~skelter history then we will immediately WELL-UP and write ourselves out again. When it’s a shame to’ve unearthed the whole of everyone else and still aimed for the sun actually. It’s an attempt to all-out SaMe-As-Shameful Fail at being utterly…
“What she means by this is: it’s highly unlikely to’ve been unearthed for the sake of sHaKinG Up their ambivalent brains.” That time-of-night had its own game named- absolute Vodka With A dash of diluted Passion, “plEASE(?)” Weak At the bend of the Neanderthal-knees we seemed
Awfully interested in stepping into -IMMEDIATELY- all of the mother-effing cracks {in the ceiling} she’s been laying ahead of herself anyway. Wherever we go she followed LIKE
A Neanderthal_girl of god almighty reckoning, and even if we’ve been painting the town red, she’s still been… “sitting-in-silence IMMEDIATELY and nearing THEEnd of YET just one other
Book called: “Two Suns Too Many, Please”
