We stole the utter inundations and didn’t even flinch. Didn’t even bring ourselves with us to the start of departed territory. They’ve been earmarking it all and
Probability has it compromising their very own state of awareness. And if it takes anything then it takes— a ten thousandth tale of total survival technique. She’s been bellyaching and repeat repeating her selfishly played out sentences again.
Fending and depending and dutifully doing a few of the — long lasting things which strip them all of their favourite best digressions. Inside of her avalanche mind and she’s been — pulling
Sycamore strings: “she doesn’t really want to see the Deafening difference between Happiness and Sadness without eventually getting to steal her soul BACK FOR MORE!”
