She’s been making a devil’s deal with the, ahem, disheveled devil AGAIN and being about as bedeviled as humanly imagined and imaginable – gin and tonic and she’s a cacophonic alarm-system happening all on its own — purely prone to
JUST ONE “MERE AND eager attempt at aching to act INCREDIBLE!!” When was (A VERY BELEAGUERED) Sabrina Lying Eagerly Upon Her bedraggled Carpet AND ABLY WELL ASKING – for the king of consumption to
UTTERLY UNDERSTAND – “her state of edible delirium?” We haven’t really been
Bellyaching on utterly purPOSE but possibly both probABLY BECAUSE – her cause absolutely outweighed the HIDDEN effect of having been a bedridden anomAly. ON AND on and we don the cap that takes ((half of)) IT ALL BACK – to bothersome awareness, plEASE, let us trigger and t_EASE… “the way they say (TO HER farreaching FACE:: AS PERFECTLY PRETTY AS IT ALL REALLY IS) just how incalculably in_CREDIBLE she seems to audibly stand
IN (all kinds of cutthroat) QUICKSAND… . ALL MANICURED HANDS THAT DO DANCE
Across this chess set like a hidden DELINQUENT WITH INTELLIGENT WINGSPANS for forbidden fingers. SILENCE personified and
Twice as ‘nice’. As all of her UPSIDE-down ‘LIES’ EERILY_WISE= that (proceed to) paralyse the BORDERLINE board into UNACCEPTABLE STATES OF AGITATED_ANGER and eagle-eyed awareness… “again!!!!” SOON AS SHE SWAPPED THE ZEN FOR A (pretty little) PEN. when fighting for FR££DOM, SHE SINGS
a hum so loud it crowds itself out – AND SO WHAT IF IT TICKLES HER BRAIN (pink) LIKE ALL OF THE DELICIOUS PAIN ((FOREVER_drained)) Oh, delicate-delicate Dostoyevskian rain
