We crimson-in-pink watched the whole of them think — out-loud and as utterly boisterous and buoyant as a box of crabs with no ‘hands’ ; we did not exactly exact our own headstrong revenge even if she’s been = holding a lukewarm gun against his ailing, aimed-at head and asking: “to hear the truest ******* parts of his lopsided, detached mind, please.” Or fail to hold her PIECE. Were they really overreacting, or were they right to act utterly… silenced now? “We never knew what to do when our minds were lost in a bind and vice-gripped to the point
Of uncertain determination.” We walked, though, and talked, though… and made the crowds of people bleed at our oCd UpSide Down ears (..) “For now, it’s a pulsating piece of pure and utter
Determination ONLY minus the utterly unCERTAIN part in it all, actually.” And that takes… ramified resilience – perhaps, a branch to a branch let’s dAnCe (!!)
