The masterpiece has already happened and it has been a purely imperfectly infantile thing of crossbows-and-arrows-
Of sworn-in secrecy on her pART and other stiflingly rarest of things.
It’s been acting all kinds of UNkindly(!) and then some, it’s e-v-e-n been… a mammoth task that JUST(!) had to let itself ask.. One Such EAGERFACED question…
But, how (the fuuuuck!) on earth shall this art-attack stART(!)… to STOP(!!) itself from PulSaTiNg YET again, and suddenly-both-customarily —
As one woman takes her tumult-of-time down an alMIGHTY
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H, and she w-i-l-l begin to feel everything and in the spontaneous-and-sporadic event of… … slowed-down emotional pain-
the way it was actuALLy SUPPOSED-TO-BE(!)
A life: kind as hell(.)🤔to her travelling sense of none-too-typified eyeLINE; that (de)personalised life
Of layabout-paralysis and, NOW… about to act gloriously thematic and turned refreshingly toward:
Utter happiness and contentment and ALL of these other moments-of-choice and cute-little decisively suggested decisions / she IS: About To Sing It From A Millionth Rooftop(!)
Just watch her s-t-o-p(!!)
