At first, chaos calmed at a metaphorical rate of balanced endeavour; that enviable ability to refreshen a page of dead-ended ‘no-go’ area… Here she goes (again)
With her mind electrically under-enunciated by the might of a riptorn writer’s unsightly both frightfully fulfilling hand, and then these peripheral people will remain…
Riotously primed, embedded and rather recklessly both readily available — To set a glass-faced sea of imaginative Imaginarium of impending swing at a full and character-driven level
Of characteristic-laden cast
Iron/and dutifully prepared to fail. for
Pen.dulum, please! Wave at Me- for her mind has yet to make itself matter anymore.