Did we really just rarely decimate these delicacies occurring within the inner-within of her upside-down, over-emotional soul FIRST? And, if so, were we really the rarest version of ourselves for the shapeless sake of selling ourselves To The AUTODIDACTIC Devil:

Who did indeed wear a crucifix around his PulSaTinG and laugh-hard neck ANYWAY? They’ve entered the game with their brains fully intACT, actually – and ably acting as if

Perturbed by ALL OF NOTHING. “And if she REALly needs to sell her ‘courteous somewhat soul’ then she’ll want to

Do it with the lesser best parts of her aforesaid brain SENT MUNDANELY INSANE!” We won’t precisely like how the universal interpretation takes on a hundred-million-billion per-second ——– rathER rEckLessLy resonating reckonings Inside of their

Lopsided existences, which do not wish to feel – “all of the whole damn world in a FuC*sAaaaaKe {NUT}s{HELL}.” When where they went really is

As good a guess: “as the (severity of) Everest.” Only ever inside of their head