We were endlessly uttering the utterance which made a nightly kinda mightily sense. We even did the sentences which will’Ve termed themselves irredeemably A-OKAY. There
Really ain’t no laziness in his ability to see such a wonderful thing in his life and THAT aforementioned and -SAID strife(?)
Of it, he’s been clashingTogether= the greatest+divide+unknown. “We do know.. what it will take to forsake all mentally ambivalent judgemental calls this time.”
All of it’s been.. brushing against the bruising Nature of STANDstill tImE… yet again.
She isn’t even there anymore and, yet… “We still felt realistically surreal indeed.”
If they did need to get to their very own throwaway decisions then.. that’s perhaps fine and fancY(!?) for them to’ve achieved by the end… of
Benched brilliance actually. When the world of worrisome words were wanting-away from every thing, even wishing to feel
Realistically durable AND surREAL(!) … like… a… moment caught in a zeitgeist of AbRuPT excellence actually.
And, as is his beautiful brother, he will soar TO POUR — “Uproariously, please.”
