We guess they understood the need for nocturnal paradise again, as she did the unthinkable times ten too many actually -/ as he
Ended Up ending her sentences right there. It’s free as sun and darkness, as free as a pair of over the top transatlantic eejits Tryna make sense of
Separation. “Dead to the world and working to wonder what the **** happened to Cecile B. de Mille? when he undertook another Radicalised life of
Brand old happenings.” It’s annoying to have hee-hee-hee-d their way throughout the theory of every next thing, to have opened UP their
SPONTANEOUS-suggestions To utter elimination. “And if we really wanna do that weird little thing wherein we
Rim the top of the wine glass with our tap, tap fingertips, then so effinG be it(!)” Lets steal a precious moment of their time and
AlIgN ThE RhYmE
