A swabbing of effervescent reality and an angular artist ably attempts to amend its own angst-arisen elements- with crux and forever purposefully initiated crushing of these utterly expressive both expensive locomotive and over-emotional utensils she somehow deems to suddenly see something from nothing all of that typical anymore…
About to ultimately pour itself upon a standing (still eager!) and preparatory can-vas: That has to last a lifetime, or else?
She shall remain decidedly both devotedly.. Everybody else’s golden fool (no-more)
Insane what she did to make a lasting impression upon only ever her treasured self, though