”We Don’t Control Explosions Even If Our Wise Ol’ Eyes Told Us That We Did…”

It took anything and then something utterly ruined and readily too — “aware.” It’s been coming-over-all-coy and credibly shy, actually.. as we place the devil inside of our Monday-morning eyes: “for recreated recklessness and wrecking-ball conundrums of a mostly meticulous kind.” She’s going on-and-on:: rabbiting-AT-HERSELF like a

Comically-inclined wildebeest who knew the way of
Aforesaid ReCkLeSs enthusiasm, and if she really wishes for rather wrangled-UP in disentangled HappInEss anonymity then so be it::

That they “take their stored souls ++ and eventually EmOtE their own kind of blueDIME BewIlDeR.”