It’s not even about the LopSided Ethiopian {“MAAAAAAAAN!!!”} or that other man called “flutter-and- FlAW”… NOR
any of the other things aimlesslySENT MISCHIEVOUS and p!nK. We think in volleys-of-rEveRbErAtinG-verbs so that our pandemic-partners won’t worry ==
About the nature of a stood small Earthquake anymore. We shake, rattle, and MOAN whenever the best of us is entirely inclined to drop the mic and Make it all
Feel relatively real… AGAIN(!!)
As well as: UP as she goes along/alONE. “When there were nuances living inside of the l!v!d SeeTh!Ng ~~
++nuances
and MEANING to make it ALL make some sorts of !d!oTIC sense (of itself?), she DEFINITELY drenched the whole painting in complete… and utter
Portraiture actually.” When they don’t even make mistakes anymore, they simply make {enough} EgoS Disturb their (very) own sOURce of courAGE… . And if they really wanna know what it takes
To break bread with a blue-collar, dime-a-Dostoyevskian-doZZZen head then they should stand (unashamedly) small and
Delicately deliver ___ those wonderfully mediocre verbs TO ALL OF US (and anybody else
Sent miraculously meticulous).
