Theirs are the endless endeavours of endless games and other utterly brilliant things- when the kiss from the moon assumes its own state of

Twisted-faced solitude: the rudeness of these tick tick tocking people appears to have been –

Utterly thought ht-out and precisely antagonised because…
these war-of-words do NOT actually need to be anything else anymore – not for a goddamn fucking venturing of age-old century actually

As she places the weight of her ‘favourite’ pen on point again and… finally decides.. that she has, in-fact, already decoded it all, actually

Even if she ISN’T YET READY: to sTeAdY her state-of-ship