When she-
Crossed her pretty little mildly-old-wildly mind off of the List Of To-Dos and went anyhow, her LATTER-YAY(!!) name and her worldly-worth SUBMERGED IN A MOSTLY unpredictable way. She’s
Been acting hazardously PASSIONATE, ACTually: “and held at her own breath a million times TOO MANY, even if she shall still stand and talk with her lurk-some WORLD-OF-WORDS managing
— to press THEMSELVES… gently against the Air Way-UP-THERE(!)” We have no other way to go than to GO(!!) into the dutifully unknown. Have no real other reasoning of meaning but for UTTER HOSTILITY = when it swims within these precariously placed little aforesaid minds anyway. They are —
Nurtured and nauseating at the exact-same-time of total destruction-meets-with-commonplace-reconstruction and, YET, she spelt it all out in Golden-faced Awareness(.) sIMPLY because
“She burst her best-brain to make sense of everybody else.” And to a perfectly unpredictable eXteNt(…). And let us make no mistakes about it:
That she’s been bellyaching EITHER SIDE OF HILARITY inside of her mildly-ol-wildly mind RIGHT NOW
