As she scatters the ashes of a Dostoyevskian masterpiece across this mound of mixed-up emotional ocean- as we watch her scratch a ten-thousandth itch… times-a-million maybe.
She is letting go of an olden, GOLDEN-age devoted to devouring
All of these “people, places AND THINGS!!”
She’s a legend of equally stifling arrangement, a little bit made-to-be MaD(!) AND HaPpY in equal measurement perhaps.
But to dutifully do this thing IS to identify herself throughout the landscape of her Malnourished mind and to
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Across said OCEAN… of utterly, UTTERLY altruistic spirituality, and all otHER silly little things which shall “Never, UPset her state of Brain EVER AGAIN!!”
