The strength of the song sang behind the living seething… master-craft. Sincerely it’s been behind the markings of a barking mad person who shall STAND eagerly admitted to being
HighlySTRUNG… a range of rip-torn RunGs above . We’ve alarmed our favourite BEST senses and completed all of the pointless tasks actually, as they
Choose to officially inebriate the insides of a DAFTly (OVER)InterrogatedMAN(!!) It can’t make completely complicit sense {of itself}, not if they’ve been
Chaotically calling for the shortest straw actually. We’ve…
Harshly anticipated the way she
Starts sentences with a reverberating loudness of WORD(..) “Where was she, though, when the discoTECHS were happening and the boys and girls were god-fearing their
Eventual-both-probably inevitable state of == riotous dedication to this highly sung about bottle of concocted hearSAY: “maybe”
