It is as simple and as attractively effective as a homestrewn masterpiece: each of us to our own, and we’ve been tightening our already fastened together Art-strings(!) Been acting outright generously focused and fused with fixation in
Equal measurement perhaps – the pleasure was, actually, all of it theirs. For the time that they have taken to send themselves UP to cReAte
A source of stylised art so very exceedingly… in opposition with anything else which it will challenge itself vehemently against
They’ve opened their tried and tested, tired AND wired by a waste-of-time minds, and begged their advancement of eyeline
To seek and see something outright angelical and uNiqUe. What she had NO CHOICE to achieve was one of… too many things, actually: all of it NOT INFACT an aCt but rather this
Eager-eared sense of brilliantly suggested allegiance to wideAWAKE interpretations: this has been their livid, seething, past the point of tensely begotten interpretation
She usurped the truth and turned it on its oldfashioned head to feed her deadbeat poetic soul again- as her breath sends itself upside-wise and realises All of our lies
She may well be standing with a flickering candlestick in her hand but, really, she is about as sentiMENTAL as Hitler
