A monumental moment of hardy organisation, until…the claustrophobic atmosphere prepares itself just so goosey again. Please. A mightily resplendent overreaction shall need to necessitate itself just so wonderfully well. These eagle-eyed, hopscotched moments of complete clear-cut clarity, when one artist manages to meet the weight of their flitting brain halfway. Seems they’ve been meaningfuly mapping a route to the thorn ‘n’ thistle truth via the my-oh-my widening stretch, the length both breadth of a swipe-happy easel. When it inevitably appears nimble-quick at being apprehensively able… to pl=ease these pernickety people.

And back-to-basics… where the brain bathes (like crazy!!)

 

Version #2 – “Eagle Eyed Atrophy, Please”

A monumental moment of hardy organisation, until…the claustrophobic atmosphere prepares itself just so goosey again, please. A mightily resplendent overreaction shall need to necessitate itself just so wonderfully well. These eagle-eyed, hopscotched moments of complete, clear-cut clarity – When one maniacal artist manages to swoop both feel till meticulously managing to meet the weight of their flitting brain halfway. Seems they’ve been meaningfully mapping a route to the thistle ‘n’ thorn truth via the my-oh-my widening stretch, length both breadth of that swipe-happy easel again. When it inevitably appears nimble-quick at being apprehensively real and vehemently able… to pl=ease these pernickety people just so goddamn much that it cannot but… Hurt, like deliciously upright sprightly

And forever eagerly willing to violently both unsightly adhere to all of these nocturnally estranged things – one scatter-crashing splotch of pained paint per hostilized time
And, finally, the NightTimeWine comes CrashingDownRightRoundAbout – a body of “thanks-for-asking”, delicious both cutthroat bones.