“What Happens When We F*ck With Adversity?”

If we end up interrupting anything then we seemingly interrupt the nature of a solemn little fuckWit actually. That come-as-you-weren’t person actually…

“Who feels to deem themselves utterly commonplace AND brand-new.” If we really Wanna Take our brains to the next effing level we will

Take a breath so very deep that it cannot calculate its own lately state of aforementioned uninterrupted dissociation.
They are “daft-brushed people and, certainly, they won’t wanna dance without putting UP one hell of a comical fIght.”

Narratively speaking: “how the fuck, though, is there anything LEFT of them to see?” We aim at the tippy-top and fall back to the very
Bottom at the exACT same time. It’s

A yOyO-esque and torpedo——>like event of hopeFILLED individuality. And we “REALLY wanna f****** realise the realness inside our ticker tape eyes.”

BY this stAGE, plEASE.