They’d been inebriating the people who try and become the most precious Neanderthals OUT THERE… “EVER!!” when this {twist of} alcohol hits their mesmerised-BY-MORE(!!) wits… “and layabout-the-place LipS.”
She’s sitting-in-the-dark inside of the FAR-REACHING corner($) and asking for that
Sudden-most spark of unapologetic CONversation. “It’s been a sensational thing which has been happening ONLY A LITTLE-BIG-BIT-OVER…
Her coldest of shoulder.” As we ALL-OF-US just suddenly reACT to the stage set musically before us. It’s a Neanderthal’s tallest-order of pulp-it-1ST(!! …) behaviour(s)/persuasion(s)
With the MusIc SPREAD energetically overhead amidst…
—-> (these) sickeningly suggested AND loudMOUTHED amounts of aforesaid “ALCOHOL CONCOCTION, plEASE.” Seems we are readily aware, only half so much prepared
To set-fire to that 3rd bar ((“over there!!”)) / same, AhEM… suitable one with {segregated} Sambuca swimming-and-sPiNnInG {AND BLEEDING} AND PLEADING…
“to bring us to our pUlsAtinG kNeeS, pl€as€?” Yet to be met with the glare of the century, please.
