It’s an utter amalgamation of both simultaneous-and-sporadic AND, a-c-t-u-a-l-l-y, NEVER forgetting to forge another-such-sense of momentary moment upon us all – this morning-time indulgence of utter productivity so soon as she opens her coffee-enhanced mind y-e-t again, and eYeS, and a-l-l kinds of DAFTly p-ARTS of her
Artistic frame famed for its level of Antagonised wIlDfIrE(!!) inTELLigence: IN-DEED, she’s no gentle soul, actually—
not by a long and silent shot.
All mind and ALL kinds of…
Probably perfectly u-n-k-i-n-d-l-y, when it comes to distancing herself from
These peripheral people of typically over-intrusive indulgences- they’ve e-v-e-n been calling again and it s-e-e-m-s to feel as though
Their story has ran its credible course-of-cause.. a pause for tumult-of-thought NOW… … whilst she single-handedly watches their mInD empty itself of utter procedure and procrastination: a livid, s-e-e-t-h-i-n-g, frustrated version of an antagonised person, perhaps, they may well be ——-
None too personal and about to Shout-It-Out-LOUD: times a ten-thousandth take upon a lopsided tale…
With a lofted and swinging sting carried in their tail, too, the difficultly to separate herself has to become
An idyllic order of IdEaL, ACTuALLy(.) It’s been goodbye-from-him, goodbye-to-her: goodbye from everyone else on Earth, actuALLy: With Regards,
To their peripheral persuasion.
