His perfection speaks in loud and absolutely bodacious syllables- as a painting takes steadied shape, an Artist enunciates … with a brush, a blob of delicate and equally excitable PaInT.

To cause an audience to pre-amble on fainting – via the frontage of the f-e-i-n-t touch of aforeMentioned brush No

Rush whatsoever at all, as the girl inside of the frame with her gamely face takes… suddenly… aim.

To reach a place of.. actually both FinALLy existing.