We were left building cinematic adventures for the dead and deaf and daft BEAT-DESIRES when it all ran itself into the ground. NOT. A. SOUND. They were… truly trying to number themselves out , to stay put PROBABLY, too – amidst a mind
Malnourished by highly divided AND DIVISIVE eyes. If they shut down the UTTER-outside and come to run with the ins (yet) AGAIN.. “then what are they ever (even) gonna wanna achieve with — balance of an imbalanced AnD_ deranged bRaIn =anyway??” What they did is contrary as **** , just about as
Inescapable as mentally (IM)possible, and, yet, they ——— soldiered- on
RESOLUTELY
Seeing dustBALLS and cobwebs when it really should’ve (ALL OF IT) been brand new angles of admittedly AgiTaTEd mIS_AdVenTuRe(s) , and if we (really) were to’ve been eventually questioned as to our utter-ACTual-sanity
Then it wasn’t the most ridiculous and Rare thing AT-ALL-ACTUALLY for them to pose against our seething noses MADE FOR self-expressive INDUSTRY: “indefinite boxing bargainers only minus the secretive silence of a knife thrown at our beDraGgLeD life” – because we
“Achieve uncertainty inside of lockTIGHT minds until we trick the actual illogic AND falsified limelight – livid and seething that it ALL ((ALWAYS)) is, in deed – with its own worst wording of nightmarish design named-
Unbreakable delirium.” But… what-of-it-if- it was meant to be a mind~bending playing-field for thE plaYfulLy expressive ReaSoNiNg alONE.. “of aforesaid resolute and reSOUNDING… attempts at An Uppercut To The
Realness of a broken-Brain?” And still begging to bargain
