They HAVE sEtTleD themselves down now yet again to PROGRESS to playFULLY PROcess
that e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g which sinks
Can(not in-FACT!) sing. It’s tumultuous and very readily tortuous, actually
In a good and gracious instance IN FACT.. and DEFINITELY beyond A Shadow Of ANY doubt
A shout=OUT(!)
An incalculably creative thing set to SEED
To take their ARTisTICally brute-force brains ((away and)) to THAT none-TOO-SHY-faced plACE(… …) of course AND CASUALly ambiguoUS thinking..
… may JUST be Their Greatest Unknown CONunDRUM. They’ve been sticking to StiFliNg themselves tImE aGaIn and on poised purPOSE
With their innumerable number of whiskey-blessed drums set on: comfortably decorative m-e-l-o-d-y and ceaselessly cReAtEd ALL via
The blood-LUST(it burns b-r-a-z-e-n-l-y, indeed, and like unCONTROLLABLE WildFIrE) OF THESE BLOOD-r-i-d-d-e-n fingernails —
Of theirs. Will it be their favourite portrayal of dynamic portraiture, though?
That man at the back WILL need to know… as his taste for peripheral ParAdiSe rolls its own d-i-c-e – and goes again.
Amidst a roaring audience of Drumbastic Bastards that they all are
