Remember the time we went and whizzed by these hard-HAPPY, hella improving, improbable people? When we thought TOO-HARD ABOUT the masters-of-mannerism who took our breath back. To part-paraphrase these mere-eager wagering of dog-dirty eeJits she’s
Immediately overEmbellishing the lies and crying while her loved-one’s TRY FOR A smile. She’s eternally interruptible, TOO, and happy as hella significance that they can — “turn her motor-mind into its superlative VersIoN of tasteful tenderly.” We’ve even
Played “pause-and-pardon” with the way THAT they speak… with ABSURDIST words catching their own tone-of-tongue BY NOW. And what if they REALLY were to’ve
Suitably SummAriSeD the whole-DAMN-thing and damn blatantly? Would it really ALL OF it go and take bestialised and borrowed breaths BACK?!
“To adhere to the matter and to enunciate The FaCt!” When they blacked-out to mesmerisingly amount
To all kinds of accountable
