And what of it if there is an inside job: much ado about nothing really. And what of it if… she’s been
Playing the other drink-it-all-in DrumKit and at seriously sanguine pace — it’s been this heavenly, bliss+fuelled feeling of
Gathering her bearings and bearing down NOW: upon said drum-kit, “gotta be fit to take on a whole new world
Of absurdly beautiful people actually.” They’ve taken their time and added the RhyMinG slang… to within an inch, actually, of utter happiness; for
“The readers who do care about the stAte of Class~A bliss.” It’s… not abOUT conforming to all forms of course and cause, and it’s certainly not
All about—- believing in anything else. It’s… sporadically hyperactive and it’s… beyond reproach indeed. “We were tilting down to tie a
Ten thousandth shoelace whilst their gracious nature played its very own card.. SHARKS – “snaking, snarling, n all-/
They’ve blood~lusted themselves and their bonkers~brained opinions and heralded In a Brand old set of oceanic RuLes.” And if
There is… a gaining in all of it, then it’s our able necessity to
Sit the effing hell down NOW, and untie said shoeS and layabout laces.” To leave… not a trace of
Unorganised implEmentation. Because… “for so very long, their brains have been ((leaning toward LEAVING themselves)) mind bogglingLy wRonG … .” Like an equation with no known answer
