She’s been looking forward and ahead of herSELF yet again to catch all of her CreAtiViTy in a cumbersome NUTSHELL. What she’s been to achieve was.. this alarming state of
Argumentative-bliss: and Oh, “How she does love it so-very-much even when they themselves HAD A sureFIRE hunch
That to hinder the state of the moon and sun AND S-H-I-N-E sometimes WAS another thing Altogether.”
That to get herself back to that specific place of
Irreparable-happiness WILL take.. not-so-much hindsightHilarity, indeed, as the s-p-e-e-d to bReAtHe.
“We are homespun sources of heroic-heroes and looking-to be seen to be—-
These Absolute-zeroes, actually.”
And… actually, what they DID do with their coffee-time minds-and-eyes and ALL other layabout-LiMbS of dilapidated RecOnstRuctiOn IS…
to t-h-i-n-k about thinking about – “nothing else at all of ANY REAL+noteworthy Frustration.”
Her aforementioned eyes are kind, her aforeMENTIONED mindAsK-I-N-D as a QUIETENEDThunderstormInside of a MightyMind C-A-N in fact be(… … …)
Can WE possibly be——- These aforementioned HomespunHeroes of Instrumental-bliss(!)
“We are not numberCrUnChInG at all ((anyMORE)), Not even fond of doing ANY OF THAT PARTICULAR SHIT…
although, the time it did make ItSelf take
(((Oh, but for the ******* time it D-I-D take…)))
… For her to unravel and tell (herSELF) another such eagerly admittedANDanticipatedTale// was… about as long ————— as we can EVER prepareOurselves to ((tragically)) iMagInE itN-O-W(!)”
How, though, did she e-v-e-r E-V-E-N manAGE to handle THAT level of PeckingOrder onslaughtOfBrain, when her only necessary thoughts REALLY need-have-been..
to s-t-a-y: keen-eyed and, ahem.. r-a-t-h-e-r relatively San€?
