They were sending themselves Up, Up, and awaaaay until they got themselves heavily instilled – with enough juices to send the nOosE – naughty and entangled as it ALL is – ouT of sight, oh what a moMentary, unforgettable fright:

What they’ve gone through again and precisely(!) “We don’t think that she’s been involved in anyThing Else so very ludicrously individual AND GENERALISED in all of our eyes acTually —

And if” they really wish to stand PRAGMATICALLY back and WIDEeyed witness a person holding it all together with MESMERISING levels of

Aforesaid unFORGETTABLEresilience then: “let’s bloody do IT(!)” Let’s watch the moon at night

+tie its eyes around the surFACE of the momentary sun and MoAn in NonTribal delight. And as odd as it all might sound— they were given the keys to

An entirelyDiffeReNt kind of CasTLe actually. “That castle called:: creative catastrophe(.)” That INFLATED sense of Destiny.. maybe

And like the sun & the moon… she would soon
Stick a pin in her abstract ideas as to exactly HOW(??) they A—C—T—U—A—L—L—Y moved