We were okay about being these over-eager, reparable people and we didn’t wanna really negotiate with the ins-and-outs of OuR ticker-tape, plain-InsaNe Brains. We’ve been
Taking time as its own two-feet TH!NG: and mesmerising faltering eyes ANYWAY… whilst it all starts at —- “but for its very own {good-gAaaWD} GaMe of Godiva-and-Goldsmith.”
Not that she didn’t but that she will — entirely-electrify his conversational mouth- AND MIND-PEACE, plEASE, with each {brand-new PreArrangement of} “T!!!!!!!MMMMMMEEE!!!” We’ve {even} aforesaid negotiated {ENDLESSLY} aGA!N(..) with SAID ticker-tape derangement and
Made invisibly-succinct-inroads MAKE SENSE::: “FOR OUR PLAIN-THINKING selves, per-se.” And if there is anyONE LEFT-to-linger then she’ll R-E-A-L-L-Y(!!) need to sing{IT} as if === •••>>
She’s not AT-ALL ever {EVEN} THAT BLATANTLY interested {even} in “winning!!” Not. For. A. Mere-Eager. Split-Second of
switcheroo overindulgences, inDeeD. We don’t {need to} meet each other {anywhere NEAR} at the middle: but we do meet each other with our teeth clattering {{about the place}} and our staged heroics MOSTLY maLfUnCtionIng actually. And if anyone wants to question any of that THING then they’ll REALLY have been
Questioning their very own state of UpStanDinG {AND DEDICATED} Delirium!
