Taken to task she will inebriate herself and to a point of unfairly indescribable wherewithal. Plus, about to be… pOiSoNeD by: this upsetting sense of sophisticated intellect. No such thing should have EVER happened by now…
As her Wandering mind falls and it WILL FAIL.. to hang-on to all sensical sense of s-u-f-f-e-r-i-n-g… …
Aaaannnnd… “breathe!“ Her finger doggedly dug into the dam(n) — not so much anymore, ***damnit… … …
As the vodka breaststroke’s itself midst a silenced swim… til invitingly-both-THUNDEROUSLY switching… …
To an outrageously expressive OVER-ARM… … AND AT paralysing PAAACE!!!
til SaTuRaTiNg her addicted membrane- A-whilst, her best friends(sadly questionable!) WILL question her EVERY PuLsAtInG motive, as she orders a bottle of BrEaKdOwN-Wine as Opposed TO a glass of safeguard water to buoy, her screaming soul which swims … separately within
