They have asked for something else and sometimes some thing utterly …. beyond the words which we seek to ultimately utilise. It’s
A demise, actually, of a mostly… insignificant kind, and she seems yellow bellied at the gut of her
Entirely entranced beinG(!) “We weren’t meant to be: A ok about all the things, really, we weren’t even
Supposed to cloak ourselves in utter distaste.” This- this THING today? It’s gonna be its very own kinda utterly alternative, and if it does indeed turn out ~~~~
That these reconfigured thoughts really are —- utterly… lopsided and rhapsodically ReAl, “then let’s try and steal a part of their
Daftest Delinquencies, pleas£.” Im-motherFucking-mediately.