“What About Her Polarised Insides, Though?”

If they’d been nice about the utter state of ill-fated requiem then we might like to’ve dreamt a LITTLE BIT LARGER actually.

It’s highly enigmatic of them to’ve stepped back now and uttered unsuspecting words at the state of their own ears. There are equal things happening to a billion(X)by(X)Eight people(!) They seemed = very much so these vagabond, traipsing-about-the-place people who shall

“AgeFIRST and utter woundUP words. later on, when we might be ABSOLUTELY = wrong.” About the state of

Every man’s puzzleHARDENED dreamscape. And its innate ability to see: something utterly untouched and eventful