“As Her Soul Searches(Searingly) For Some Sense Of Scintillated Portrayal”

Prefers to sit still and think about this – her totally juxtaposing world

Of both beautiful ballet and… that OTHER bothersome THING

Called B-e-a-t-i-f-i-c AND slaughter-SOUNDING PoRtrAyAL! bOXING… IN A fighting/fit ring, namely.

Not a sound in one SENSE of sweet scintillated sophistication, whilst the OTHER LOCO-eMoTivE industry of NEANDERTHAL/NOISE… bravely p-u-m-m-e-l-s her HARD/HITTING BEING…

To the bareKNUCKLE bones of some-such-thing… SO… VERY EXTRA-ordinarily… dumbfounding. A preCAUTIOUS girl of our wOrLd and about/to/make molehills SwItCh TO MOUNTAINS, “Again, please. TEASE us. To the t-w-i-s-t and TuRn —

Of our VERY own b-r-e-a-t-h-l-e-s-s-l-y invested beings!!”

Can’t she see? They’ve been waiting… so mother fucking EAGERLY