A tepid taste of gIN, and then, a mathematical equation to send these Merry men into methodical battle yet again. Up all of the live-long night and lividly permitted to squint the life from wired, alcohol-felled eyes.

Asking, no.. absolutely begging to be

Mentally released, with these quick-thinking syllables placing themselves disheveled against.. the wide awake face of each of every next brand-new page
That shall-both-can forever fastidiously attempt to fast-forward and furiously wage suitably idiosyncratic suggestion against …….. their deepest darkest deathliest fate.

Yet,
one disfigured decimal deceptively misplaced and the whole entire taste for tantalized torture shall rampantly start at failing to make rhapsodical sense again

And, all a-whilst an agitated Einstein shall stand eerily still – eager-faced and mischievously misguided by these upside-down lies. And why, oh why? But he just must continue to feel bleary-eyed, oft-than-not desirably surreal and entirely at a vacuous loss

All a-whilst preparing himself to simultaneously vacate … his deepest darkest deathliest fate!?

Led to profusely procreate amidst this epic sense of starry-eyed sedation sometimes – namely permitted with enough gIN liquor to fill the whole wide-open ocean which lies

Powerfully behind windblown eyes