There’s this thing – and it’s been eating at the surefire circumference of her fenced-in being: she’s been bleeding herself dry for the sake of fine and ferociously withheld art
She started back at the immediate beginning and now.. it’s all wins and other finely conversational and engrossing things
They’ve even been applauding her sense of DAFTly chaotic and charitable demeanour
Not a mean mEaNdeR of beatnik bone in her bestial body: bestialised because- she’s walked with the look of a lioness for cradled company, strung these prolonged sentences back together again.
With just one thing, actually: her voice and her UTTER ABILITY
To sing from the top of her BLOODY looming-large lungs until- this audience takes affable AIM(!) as they DO appear to desire her altruistic state of musical sedation ..
“Play it again, Sam, please- ease us into yet another introverted interpretation.”
