Her repertoire is to party like it is in factual necessity 1999 all over again – from the livid pen right to the party and then something outright spectacular
Her mind’s eyes has been calling out for simply this thing, soon as people get to sit and see
To taste her downright extraordinary madness tapped and delicately instigated on dry ice

Pull-up a chair stay a fair while

And kiss these besetting lips til winded right by the remote albeit scintillating sprightly moon and then… home again

Where you get to witness aforementioned pen take to a life of its own – prone to pretending to fixate your panic-pummelled brain

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