If there was a somber state of sober affairs happening then that’s bound to’ve been fine and is now – about her desirous necessity to = walk on into anything (and ONE) and to
Systematically act—
“outrageously silent actually.” She’s an animated version of a loudly spoken person, albeit with this ultimate: chink-in-her-armour kinda everlasting… understanding.
And if success {really} DOES breathe that very same singular thing then
“She’s been exploring her vengeful self enough timesNOW to truly move along and ——->
Bind herself to these terrifically upside_down thoughts OF UPROARIOUS DISinterest actually.”
When the darkness pitches itself in and proceeds in playful measurement, and she sits to inevitably pleasure her: “Suitably studious soul: So Far(!)”
It’s a game of darts and arrows And she will win without even thinking.
