Pushing ourselves
into the inescapable and meand-
ering akin to gently CRazED, UP ALL DAY
imbeciles. “She’s finding time to be with it its ve
ry own thing of testing levels of testosterone and ONLY EVER ONE other woman left inside of their starry-eyed mind.”
Where is the necessity for neand__erthal-divide when it’s all BEEN acting
ably well alive ANYWAY… and freeing itself ENDLESSLY of these inhumane feelings felt far, far awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay? When we make the “WHAT-IF” mistakes AGAIN AND AGAIN… and take the long-standing torture_of_soirée (AND WITH UNPARDONABLE PASSION AT HAND)
for e.x.a.c.t.l.y what it ALL isn’t actually – that badge of blueblade and blockaded honour Collapsed – an everlasting layabout swansong WITH WHIMSICAL WINGS PERHAPS? “Not. A. *******. Chance!!” Candle-high to a gladly-old-grasshopper that can
and heroically hoping for abstrACT repertoires to take their own breath… “back AND forth akin to incomparable actually.”
On the chopping blocks OF absolute_AGONY and b.O.u.n.C.i.n.G – and bellyache barGAINing anyway
With the pure-clear in=SANITY of acting — A-TO-Z: “Nay-Okay!!” And never BEEN better at bar-GAIN-ing PERHAPS… “we never really did
Need to fasten our ferocious minds to the Wise-Old-Width of the
Moon_Last_Nite!” And so what.. “!F WE WENT !N cOrRUpT_ANd_ironic(ALLY)_QU!ET?” Ironclad and High as a K!TE
That dives–jUST mIGHT
============== Meander and make up the difference between Thankful and (unSIGHTLY) Snide
