Utter crashings of lashings of disengagement and other universally EntAnglEd and upsetting things; when a world turns its back on the only person it knows — fl—-ow—-s and FILLS AND heroically instils its metaphorical ocean of CoMmOtiOn within a glass of half-full and fabricated delirium, “and the point of these people?”

Is to actually s-t-o-p thinking and talking, even, and for them to hold their goddamn horses and for the remainder of their aimless daze… …

Which is only ever one… split… second… away ANYWAY(!) – As they watch their HANDHELD, head-fed egos(!) and OTHER worldly warring of INSTRUMENTS sway, let them make it” “THE ONLY WAY.”

“WHAT THEY SAY IS THAT THEY SEEM TO SEE A WHOLE LOT OF UTTERLY RIDICULOUS THINGS” – and that is absolutely OK

… word of might? That it is ACTUALLY much more than that, it IS IN-FACT a tremendous thing of tantAMOUNT importance actually –

and spontaneously insisting sporadically upon feeling… kind… of… … pretttttty muuuccch… damn near nothing?!