Taking some of his pill paint, he neatly nestles it at the suffering surface – softly, slow and absolute nurture, please. Simply amply apply and gently ease the feel on through from she to me and back through you. Translucently, this is an abstract turn of jaded phrase midst the call of the capturing canvas whilst all of the other works of heartbreaking art have been caught taking some time out to heavenly deconstruct themselves again. Turned upon her nakedly suppressed side, he needs to know but when will she learn to earn it. ┬áLike a good girl should.