When We Shadowed Ourselves with Sense = “Remembering the Rhapsody Happening Inside of Our Mile-a-Minute Minds” / “Colourful Creatures, Please” / When Wednesday Walked and Thursday Talked… and Friday Smiled Like Monday Really Did Mean to Make Mere-EAGER Sense of Itself Anyway’

Fragile Full-ONS, in-fACT. “And she wants for Utter Understatement, Please, and Make it Eerily I.M.M.E.D.I.A.T.E.L.Y” ———- Soon as she sinks her cliché teeth in again and aches at acting irreparably, please, “incredibly.” She seems to have ________ been SHADOW-boxing inside of herself yet again and taking unprecedented DENIALS aside falsified smiles with her THIS TIME

into the utterly known areas inside of his UpSiDe-DoWN MIND! Drained drier than “Oh, my!!” and he just might make miraculous miracles HAPPEN. They’ve even been trapping the CAPTURED truth inside of a GlassJarReality Called Carefully FUELLED AND fully-altogether-******UP DESIGN! And just like an incredible idiot WITH ZERO OF HIMSELF LEFT TO GAIN he’s been naming the numbers AGAIN —

unashamedly

and claiming himself to’ve been LEFT layabout IN-sane = amidst bringing with his favourite PAINTERLY PERSUASION (per rhapsodic day) this

innate ability to riotously remain + filled with DErANgED levels of CON+FUSED credulity, EVEN IF ::: “everybody else shall fail to see it!!” Befittingly, “please.”