“{What If} We shat our pants and partied hard anyway” (the title that deserves ABSOLUTELY no interior CAP-LOCKS)

Sturdy little reprobates with eagle eared visions. Indeed there’s the mereEAGER part WHERE(??!) they’ve been diluting their own sense of peripheral awareness. That scintillated thing with undone wings, and she’s — “forever fighting with the insides of

Her homespun determinations.” If they really wanna
Improve and at utterly ominous and onomatopoeic pace then they’ll REALLY have to – “sit down SECLUDED and ‘suffer’ like aforesaid repeat-offending wannabes of INSTANTANEOUS reprobation awareness.”

When it takes ten thousand thoughts to resurface and face the sedation of themselves HEAD-ON STRONG, and we AS WE WERE really cannot have been any MORE(!!) WroNg about the masked AND BASKING-mad masterPEACE that

LIES inside of her heartfelt hand