We lay widely awake and sumptuously worth our vagabond weight. We’ve lost our marbles again and found enough piles of layabout DiCE to throw at the insides of our excitable selves… “again.” She’s a delve away from jadedFACED reprobation and being about as iconically aware as is HUMANLY IMAGINABLE anyway. We’ve

Classified ourselves as utterly hopeful mother*******, too, and working the aforesaid weight of the world around inside of our happy go ****YOURSELF heads. There’s an admittedly serious case to be made for the pilfering people who’ve really been to see

“Something utterly… forgotten By Anyone Else Actually. When we paid for our SUPP€RDA$H cAsH-and-COLOSSAL meals with a voucher MADE OUT OF excited delightfulness called ==
Quantifiable delirium, indeed, even if MOST-OF-THE-TIME it tastes like quicksand inside of our

Quivering hAnDS.” She’s pushing for total decorum AGAIN(!!) and dressed in her best Dostoyevskian AttIre and REALLY ready to “FIRE!!” tH!$ loaded gun of hard-knocks reckoning at all of these aforesaid reprobate {and enviable} alsoFANS — of her

Unforgettable ability to be: “HE-HE-HE…” easy on his far-from-home eye(s) sometimes