There’s a sordid little TwIst in this particular AND peculiar(lying or fictional?!) tale – of twinning people in-so-far as their sense of cherished Art had to count AND amount to most things. That dutifully developmental(especially MENTAL!) sense of ownership over frustrated art management. These people of pedantic awareness have been ARGUING-IT-OUT to finALLy realise JUST HOW WELL THEY CAN eventually create… and, likewise, mesmerise.. other people’s advancement of eye-line…
Cantankerous of their own singular accord and distantly waiting AND wanting.. not ALL-OF-IT: to MEan something sizeably significant
Yet, “please, NOT most of it..”
Because the other person’s opinion seems to mean… relatively something entitled and entirely separated from the rest – they will henceforth BEAT their Dostoyevskian chests— unexpectedly impressing ALL OF THE WORLD
In one
Quick twirl-
Yes. “In the pained shape of their paintbrush decorated eagerly atop of
A brand-new monsterpiece(yet, BEGGING-TO-FOREVER-BECOME… … a meaningful MASTERpiece Again!!)
Yes! “He meant this since the very beginning.”
