It’s a priority and the only one which we can seem to see. It’s an innerWARd, outlandish level of truer trust. And if they did wish to want to — calm their discombobulated brains and stay The Definitive Distance, Then… .
Whoever he is and was, Dostoyevskian intelligence had nothing on them; these particular questions abounding …
Their reSOUNDING~minds silently SOUNDING~out another WHICH(?!?) way
to speak ====))) “with their eyes and ears enthusiastically combined.. to make a shuddering difference with their… ahem, layabout Neanderthal instances still
PendingTo Comb The Landscape Of Brain… .” were there REALLY any OTHER answers to the stay-away questions, or.. and this isn’t all the imPORTant. But, either way
… … “they shall drink enough whiskey Wished~Upon~They
.. to send their gobs to an earlyPUB grave.” Graveyard of gravy and hot, steaming chips and they s-e-e-m—>> deliriously dRunK and awFULLY iNePtLy associated with everyone else’s state of INTERFERING+tAste—.
