Call it what it is —
A
Ballad
of
a
(Rather)
Reprimanded
Understanding.
Regularly Revered and MASSIVELY-meant to feel the pressure of these, ahem, PEERLESS-people
who’d have far rather preferred to’ve fallen Into yet one other realm of CON-stant REcreation technique. She isn’t really calling all the shots AS SHE WOULD HAVE WISHED TO sincerely DO. Not Like She’d to do when the artistic ART-iculation made ‘idioTIC’ levels of sense (of itself)… . “WHEN It’s been dealing with the typical nature of a
Standing-TALL, ahem, small and mesme-RISED delinquent begging for far——–reaching wings for fledging fingertips!” We haven’t really started at making endless sense AGAIN of these manic-MINDED individuals, and if she isn’t too fond at realizing all of the times
FALLEN BY the wraparound-of-wayside then she’s probably (not even) been realizing just HOW HARD IT FEELS TO HAVE FELT… full-on and, ahem, regrettably free: that gilded, unsayable way of fretting FULL-stop, indeed, and sending themselves WITH THE SINCEREMOST MEANING… …
to yet that other REAL-m of “REALLY, IT IS ALL-OF-IT REAL!”
