A bullet inside of their mind. They didn’t mind much(?!) how it all came a cropper / how they valiantly added themselves to the ready steady Mix
Of having been— these also ran , utterly under qualified individuals. Of acrimonious insidiousNESS _ when they did the unthinkable things we weren’t EVEN listening
All that much anymore, and when our own unilateral minds did restore themselves TO posthumous PROSPERITY again that’s how. The **** it all went UP in holy and memorable smokes .
22:22 and she’s been. Bellyache laughing at just how utterly perVerted her “perfect” brain became == this beacon of natural ******* distrust actually and certainly CERTIFIEDto remain
Riotously irregular and ++ bent against itself like a bag of hot air Spoons. It’s silver FACED AND abstract for the fact that … she never even tried to tend to the time IN ALL OF HER LIFE: between the outrageous ages of eleven and Seventeen she’s been missing in dissatisfaction, and wailing as quick as —-> >
…SIXshades OfShiT To The WIND… and faltering inside her SpArRiNg oF BrAiN to simultaneously create== “who actually understand$ it anymore, though.” Not. EVeN. She(?) Or, maybe….
There is yet another way in= to making it MATTER amidst this Settled InSanity . THIS SENSE Of inSANITY that rows its own boat and remains
Cloaked in OVERLOOKED Remoteness, whilst she writes to build a SPIRE inside of their mind: of none-too-shy delivery this time As it reeeeeeaches to WrapArounD a whole wide city
of distinguished people Who wish to feel
