Swashbuckling, effervescent army man, in so far as a none-too military sense counts anyhow – these neanderthal notions placed playfully aside these plentifully multiplied ideas which barely begin to relight his softly incredible eyes. And a tantamount touch of a tremendously abstract paintbrush shall take gently perturbing precedence again, up until … an eagle-eyed Aphrodisiac watcher glances something from next-to-nearly-nothing anymore … … which will endlessly, both nervously rush!
For the diamond in the rough… … for that pedestrian touch of the pig-tail pulp ——- fictional T W I S T
When magically both magnificently embellished and marvellously met with these incredulously unawares feelings .. … … soon as WHEN it is smashed colloquially back together, again.
And it gets to rapturously shifting itself gloriously in-between …
These delicately, both double dosings of Artlessly matter-of-fact Abstractions
That had to have been supremely placed miraculously alongside this oft-than-not deeply thinning dereliction
to win outright: Right?! Paint his motherfucking eyes first, please?