They seemed to’ve wanted to witness a few too few people NOW bUtTeR themselves UP in all kinds of candy. She’s
Trying to BucK tHe tReNd by queuingUP TO VIE for her own unmentionable AttEnTioN to mesmerised detail: “this time. Reckoning themselves in again, they were
Delicately dilapidated alsoCANS who didn’t really get to strut amidst utter onomatopoeia(..) She’s
A ten thousand verb girl and about to PROceed with her dedicated WiTs stILL remarkably sp—L!T. It’s
Ironic and all other sorts of oughta really have not upside-down mirrored themselves INTO CUTTHROAT KINDNESS kinda things. We
Nervously touch the BroKen-HeArt of an artistic endeavour, we treasure the state that gave her _ VERY nEARLY everything: “inside of her fibreglass mind.” Entrapped yet: One Of A {KIN}d
