Whenever we designed our own damn DeliCACIes – the mannerisms and much-ado-about-nothing state of reverberating insinuation. She’s carrying-a-load LIKE no other BEFORE HER and
undertaking ALL-DAMN-UTTERLY underESTIMATIONS. Intimating (EXACTly) how(!!?) it really feels-to-fall FULLon
atop (of) a SwOlLeN_sword called All (OF) the war-worn Words IN THE uniVERSE which w(ISH) to WarBle and bloody-well-make — marvellously, ahem, malNOURISHED SENSE of themselves ONLY-EVER?! She’s watching the way they say: “such very likeminded things with the ins-and-outs “NOW!!” of their, ahem, likeminded MinDS!” Even if (((silly as HELL and)))
they DO-NOT-like (to love) how it felt whenever she — (REAL)ly stood FANtasTICally tall “Y’ALL!!” and asked for ALL of her aforeSAID favOURiteBEST UNDERSTANDINGS_TO_dance – “doe-eyed AND DelucaDelUsIONaL, please… ((when)) we haven’t even st(ARTED) to make unASHAMED sEnSe of our lively LITTLE layabOUT-now(!!) PERSONalities… .” She’s
telling_the_tales that manage to make – soundPROOF SENSE:: “only-ever To be (MET WITH) Tomorrow gently treaSUREd.” When it’s been a
Machiavellian Pleasure
