There’s this thing about them interesting themselves in the silenced interpretation _ of a swollen faced masterpiece // / “they seemed awfully well Adjusted and pondering the Waste of time thingS nodded towards these AND THEM, indeed.”
Yet:: “They didn’t MEAN to cause such a mother effing RuckUs inside of their addled and jaded, EXHAUSTICATED MINDS.” Just that
They nearly never get to understand the state of learning s!gn bliss. It’s classically comical for us to’ve
chewed off our own ears and Steered ourselves notoriously toward uttER _____ immediacy of inner-ward divulgences, please. “We ate into the whole of the steak and wasted our big-fat-bellies YET AGAIN on beer AnYWaYs.” It
probably SHOULD assume to have presumed its own place of wayWaRdLy bLisS, SO AS to sit down and speak:
With a constant touch of torpedolike painting simultaneously happening inside of their gregarious bra!ns.
They do the best that they can and we’ll give them a big fat aforesaid thumbs-UP for officially interrUPting their very own state of utter
Determination. It’s time for them now to’ve
“Stood back UP and asked for the time (BEING) without even trying to smirk-a-SPONTANEOUS-smile, ahem… THIS t!Me.”
