Their utter productive nature carries a sting in the tale, a CERTAIN-MOST sense of itself amidst this UTTERLY sensical feeling of REACTING AND rea—-ching(!!) for
All wind-sweeping ceilings; this is the feeling which an avidly expressive artist shall assume to presume to previously-both-previously portray
Awhile, ALL shy, ordinarily downward-thinking eyes… manage to comfortABLY CRY(!) a mild, WiLdLy river of ruminating-SOUNDS-of-RAPTUROUS-rounds-of… p-a-u-s-e-d applause. They’ve even taken themselves off… to wrestle with their very own sense of
Submerged brilliance .
