There’s this state of interpretation and all the boys feel// about as beautifully wound up and sounded out as can be. We’ve
Whistled at the date of destiny and stoodRemarkably free: it’s not even a thing which bear gripped their days and minds and mollycoddled liVes. We’ve
Acted…. silenced and violated and sometimes VIOLENT like a scratched Violin by a punch drunk artist. It’s part time happy and part time… interested in another reinvestment, and if they really do get to see //
What we do and did and WILL: “with our quiet little mInDs, then they can go and run Against the Weight of their own inner DESTINY.” Because these boys to KenMEN have had to interpret everything they see -/
Through a looking glass of Inexplicable *Ocd (!!) We did it… do DO IT THOUGH, and need to know, how long it actually will take to break the Barriers of a mental ImBalAnce, “as we see it markedly F.I.T to stay lean and jabbed by mean people and usually KEEN= about the latter day taste of olden Days of DaZeD and CONfused matter.”
They can go and fall apart NOW if they like, and act ached at the heart because that’s how it came to become for
A person of inhospitable misinterpretation. Of course there will be sore points and bruised egos and other utterly… thank goodness for these HUMAN-things, because s/HE DIDNOTMEAN= for “any of it to feel..
So very LudicrousLy surREAL.”
