This myriad of inroads very nearly troubled a lasso-like soul. We very nearly ached at the ableFACED, ISN’t It Always That Thing, earlyAM.? And she’s been ||
Criminally UniqUe in the pure and total ways she leans in to DEMONstrate The faith it takes == to hold her head held HIGH enough whilst her mind DIES – Dostoyevskian and deeper inside.
“What if we’ve been… courageous about the most important things and a, Shall We Say, Little less than sarcastically enthusiastic about how on earth
She worships her fledgling soul .” People, places, and helter skelter situations which do not suit The man with his family tied lOOsElY albeit abusively TOGETHER, too, inside of a windswept van of charming disquiet, parked at the remote side of the road and
Afflicted existences StIll vying… for the outrageous prices of life. If we threw a whole deck of eager-faced cards down at them they’d
Still “Make Delay Their Dreaded Mouthpiece” and fail to make any kinda difference to the luckless occurrences HAPPENING inside of their tragedy of souls. As we EXPLODE ONTO THE SCENE AND STILL STEAL
A mere and eager last man standing’s, or lying in pools of exploratory blood rather, stilted K!SS(.) for ourselves to confidently keep inside of a Pandora’s Box of DisToRteD uNderStandInGs. The same one
We started – “when we went half-way insane and made hay while the sun took a SHINY-NEW shit on top of our displaced faces.”
