“We did not need the necessity to be Dostoyevskian. We did not need anything, inDEED(!)”
There’s this hotlyAnticipatedThingcalled—-)) consumed, ACTUALLY, PROfessionalism and we can’t seem to handle it all that well…
When the tears inside these upside downPeopleBeginToMakeMomentousSenseAgain.
Even when(?!?)
“We were all of us((HEAVILY))entrusted with: being these rather magical-thinking people!!”
Appears we weren’t even BrEaThIng with the right sorts of generalised Contentedness the LasTTiMe TheyAforesaidCollidedA-N-Dcried: as we t-r-y-A-G-A-I-N:: for that spontaneoUSsense—-
Of acting DAFTly ANNNNNND(!!) Dostoyevskian inside of our VERYownOwnershipOfMind.
And what ((of-it)) if(??) “we m-i-g-h-tLiKe ToTrY and trip overOurselves OneEgoTripAtATime(.) “Bewildered-to-be-HERE, stILL(..) beWiLdErEd tO Be
AnyW-H-E-R-E, reALLY(!)” These tWiSteDUP fistsOfF-U-R-Y(?) They are AND WERE built that particular way for
a reason.
