They did do the utterly unthinkable yet again; they drew best breaths and walked the dogs with their minds under utilised even if:: “we’ve been here before, ready for the RIP-ROAR(!) of more. It’s…. a little bit settled and still a little big bit TiLteD and to the point of anointed… discipline actually. If they saw us see ourselves fall by that pecuLIAR wayside then they might just—
“Understand NOT a single word. We were, and are woundUP TO THE NTH degree even though… we just know, that the knowing part means everythingELSE Indeed.” We bleed… the colours of CONTROLLED chAoS actually.
