There were instantaneous elements too, as she had a largely different kind of outlandishly mind pummelling episodic adventure. They were standing around with hands on their uncertainty of hip AND each of their also determined medical heads and making the SCRATCHworthy decisions which didn’t
Wish to make any such sense anymore. “We’ve been standing around in flabbergasted circles and conversing about the state of the world as she enters inside of the wild side and drops to the ground, NOT A SOUND nor a simper, EVEN, but for….
Her utter mental hostility.” We broke the rate of snail pace procedures and we absolutely need to’ve done the damn dastardly HARDEST, head testing things. They are communicating WITH HER whilst simultaneously placating their own sense of angryFACED happiness, actually. “We won’t really wanna talk with these peripheral people if it did tend to call us ALL out FOR WHAT WE WERE anyway.”
Where WERE the vagabond-boys when she wanted to toy with their whole state of upside down bliss now? “It’s not about the right or the wrong way or ANYTHING else happening haphazardly and single-mindedly inbetween.” Because what we do do is we distantly develop ourselves from all of this MAKE-BELIEVE DISASTER that HappEns and make pragmatic states of illFATED sense… “anyway.”
We walked on top of turmoil and turned it into outlandish sands of DAFTly OTT time. We even… ventured in {before ourselves mentally} and made UP all of these
Hardcore, funky as **** sentences. There were… people beautifully besotted with their own state of habitual understandings, even when they managed at understating their own minds mid-to-most of the time.
Hardboiled believers, actually, In Having It AllHanded ToThem On a Faithless Plate, “Perhaps.” And if they really needed the necessity for anything {else} then they MOST POSSIBLY needed the AUDIBLEatFIRST necessity to UP-sticks actually •• and to cause themselves a radicalised feeling of
Twisted BliSs. We’ve watched their MIMICRY OF mind adjust to Damn near Everything… “we’ve even witnessed the DownCrAwl to out-beat em all” // and if it’s
To regularly remain This Plainly-Ol-Game of Get-The-EffingHELL-oUTtA-here-NOW(!!), please, then that’s fine. That’s..
What it is and earnestly WORTH much more than their beleaguered and TwiStEd, long-lost brains shall EVER GET TO regularly COMPREHEND. “How it feels” —
To pick up a pretty penny from off of the COMMON AS MUCK floor and to watch it (actually) act about-the-place-distantly-DIShevElled and
for it to eventually-both-INEVITABLY(??!) sort its own INVALUABLE score = “to someone else… somewhere” so very keener than MEAN that we cannot even BEGin to imagine it for ourselves anymore
