Maybe we guess… when we attempted to understand AwkWaRdnesS that was exactly WHEN(??) the world went into this…
Eager eyed standstill/Tale-Sp!N(!) We weren’t even plain-sailing people when they preciously pLIED us with enough drink to make a DeAdMaN think… .
Highly forbidden and, yet, they threatened to treat her like a chalkboard of uninterruptible Madness actually, and with Coke In Her Nose and
Düsseldorf-design in her mind, she appeared readily available to create = “a likeminded face to Everyone Else.” There’s this… endless thing about inSINuated bliss, and a million more mere-eager manoeuvres of her {AIMLESS} bRA!N(!!..) that will make
Said DeadMAN: “think!” On his sHaPeShiFtiNg feet
Beneath a grave Of “G!VE-!T-ALL-WE-GOT” DeadPeople.
