A thousand episodes of honorary deluge and we cannot seem to send ourselves greatly UniQu_elY any_WAy, even if we’ve been taking turns to earn — “halfPR!CE happiness ABSOLUTELY!” We find it all a-little-whole-lot out-of-our-range as we age: DECEPTIVELY akin to Gym-Star SuperGRASSHeroes with ZERO-TIME ON OUR highly-impassioned SIDE… when it really isn’t neanderthal nor ((NOT EVEN)) necessary to underscore these utterly unde=SERVED people of soberingly pragmatic inundation put purely… “ahem, AND TRUUUUULY!!” Indeed, we’ve been calling them-there Punctilious People these Sanctimonious Sterilizations of themselves for the sake of sending ==== everybody else… “to the ends of their relic-f(ACED) and paternoster__ “natur-ALLY(!!!!)” ___ GrAVEs.” With TEN STEPS TO HEAVEN…
And another TEN TO HELL: : when we ShiFt-ShAPe-FAAAAAZE-and-RE:sHUfFle ourSelVeS like tasteful CRAAAAZZZZZZY… ’til Down-Upon-Our-Knees —– yet (still) set to SINcerely decide upon halfPR!CE happiness, actu=ALLY, and for the sterilized sake
Of
sending
Pulpit
Montgomery
to
his
early-doors
rave!!